#Okay this wall of text is messy but I didn't want to keep you waiting for too long.

[villain-in-love]

had the random thought of i'm not actually sure if we ever brought up how the two Zeroes met. like, whether one purposefully sought the other out after hearing about them or if they met by coincidence and were both just like "you. i like you". am thinking though that if it's the former, then it was probably easier for my Zero to move around freely considering the whole being a ghost who doesn't officially exist and thus isnt being paid attention to thing. what's your thoughts?

also semi related semi unrelated. the incorrect quote thing that's like "someone will die..." "how fun!" fits with them, though who is saying which line probably depends on context. (i do remember the "of fun!" one, it's just this version specifically i'm thinking of) (@canarycurse)

"Someone will die..." "How fun!" Damn, you're right, this is perfect.

Okay, so.

Yes, I'm pretty sure your Zero would have to come and find mine by herself. I don't see many opportunities for a coincidence that could be written into the plot naturally...

Mostly because, while your Zero can enjoy freedom that comes with being mostly incorporeal and having no official status in the prison (no constraints of a prisoner, no duties of an officer... you know, with the whole topic of freedom that goes on in the manga, your s/i might provide a pretty unique perspective on that), my Zero is, unfortunately, has very strict limitations put on her.

By that I mean she has practically no autonomy and she is constantly being monitored. There's rules for when she can get out of her cell, where she's allowed to go, and what she's allowed to do. Obviously, she's also always accompanied by guards who have to keep an eye on her every move. And before all that, there's always a long negotiation process...

(As you could probably guess, there's no way my Zero and Liang could have had any actually intimate moments before they left the prison... Couldn't even kiss him because of the damn muzzle.)

So basically, even when my Zero learns about the existence of another Zero, there's no way she could seek her out herself, which is disappointing because she would be very curious about her (at that time mostly from the scientific point of view). I think my Zero will most likely learn about yours either from the main characters during her introduction arc, or later from the guards that are responsible for her, with whom she's in pretty good relationship (another two of my OCs, by the way).

In any case, the only time she will have the relative freedom and possibility would be said introduction arc, when Jyugo and the gang got her out of her cell, but at that moment she would be too focused on escaping from here, certainly not planning on going around getting to know other people.

So... how well can your Zero see in the dark? Because she will most likely have to visit mine while she's locked up on her probation/punishment period. Technically, there was also a week between my Zero being brought to the men's Nanba and her escape attempt, but if you visit her at that time you really won't get much from her. At that moment she was heavily restrained, and the mask on her face prevented her from speaking (and biting).

I think that when your Zero visits mine during those eight or ten months while she's stuck alone on probation, at first my Zero would seriously consider whether she can experience hallucinations... then she would consider whether you Zero is edible. Sorry about that. But othervice, she would like a company. Staying alone in an empty cell 24/7 is pretty boring. Ghost Zero better be ready for endless questions both about herself, as well as about the prison and it's inhabitants (she needs you to tell her all information you know about Liang).

And. It is most likely that she will be mulling over whether she can use your Zero for help in her future escape or not. Because before she got into contact with Elf, she was planning to escape fully by herself, and what she needed the most was the map/layout of the prison, or at least some directions. Your Zero could possibly provide her with that, but she could also tell on her...

Anyways, what do you think?

[thehusbandoden]

For You -Hawks x Reader

A/n: I had zero idea what to do for the title :')

General info:

Genre: angst to comfort/comfort // wc: 1, 042 // meow- idk

Summary: you finally fall apart after four months of trying to be "okay" without your husband.

Warnings!: A bit of Hawks spoilers, crying, loneliness, and acting "fine" when you're not. Please let me know if I miss any! <33

My Birdy 🥰❤️ (Hawks):

i just feel really bad for being gone so long :((

My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍 (you ;3):

I'm okay!! ofc I miss you, but it can't be helped! I'm fine baby, dw about it ❤️

My Birdy 🥰❤️:

oh i love you oh so, soooooooooo much!! i can't wait to pull you in my arms and smother you with cuddles, kisses, compliments, i love yous, and kisses!!!!

My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍:

you already said kisses! But I can't wait either :)

My Birdy 🥰❤️:

ohhh i wanna wrap you up and smother you oh so so much

You smiled sadly as you continued to read the texts your beloved spammed, hands shaking. You were in fact not okay, but there was no way you'd tell Keigo that. He already feels so bad about having to be away- he does not have to deal with the world crumbling guilt he'd feel if you really told him how heart broken you were without him.

Keigo, being the sweetest man alive, spoiled you for a full month before telling you that he had to leave in about a month, puppy dog eyes wet as he clung onto you, chin resting on your chest, occasionaly nuzzlng into his "pillow".

You were dissapointed, but it was only two weeks, you'd manage.

Or so you thought.

It had been four months, and you -and Keigo- were utterly miserable. Though you knew that he'd want you to talk to him, you refused to put more weight on his shoulders.

He was also missing you, plus he had to worry about fighting villains, filling out reports, keeping up with the Commision's standards, keeping a smile on his face, and whatever he had to do for the underground work that you were sure he was having to do on top of everything else.

In your opinion, your feelings didn't matter as much as Keigo's mental health, and so you would keep quiet, smile, and keep your head high for your beloved Keigo.

My BIrdy 🥰❤️:

i missed you so much!!! but i love you even moree!

Letting out a teary giggle, you move to reply.

My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍:

I love you too!! but don't you mean 'miss'? :P

A few more tears fell down your cheek as you stared at Keigo's profile picture. It was another one of the thousands you took without him knowing. He was staring at a picture of you lovingly, and you luckily caught a picture of his love struck expression, it was honestly one of your favorites.

HIs blonde locks were messy from his slumber, his honey eyes heavy with sleep, and his chest bare. His hand was working to detangle his fluffy hair as he smiled up at a picture of you he had xinsistedx to put on the wall in the hallway- much to your embarasment.

After you took a few you snuck up on him, wrapping your arms around his waist as your burried your face into his warm shoulderblades.

"Baby BIrd! What'cha doing sneaking up on me like that?! Stalker~!"

"You're one to talk! Who was just staring at a picture of the other person?!"

"I couldn't help it! You're just so goregous!"

The memory brought more tears as they cascaded down your wet cheeks, increasing in speed as the dam started cracking.

As another notification went off you clicked your black screen, reading Keigo's newest text swiftly.

My BIrdy 🥰❤️:

nope, i meant 'miss' ;)

Right as you were about to critizize his grammar your balconoy door slammed open, causing you to jump out of your skin.

"I'm home Baby Bird~!" Keigo exclaimed, thrusting out his arms dramatically.

"Keigo.." you whisper, eyes scanning Keigo's familiar form.

He seemed a bit bulkier, and his hair was longer. HIs honey eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but were shining as they searched for your form, immediately focussing on you when you spoke.

His hair was a mess, along with his hero costume and cracked glasses- though he stilled looked incredibly attractive.

"Baby Bird!" Keigo smiled, hurrying towards your huddled figure. You were laying on your back on the expensive love seat Keigo insisted you needed for movie nights. You had told him that it would be too small but he just grinned and replied, "I know, that's the point! We'd be forced to be squished against one another!"

"K-Keigo." You whimper, sitting up to let him take a seat next to you.

"Baby what's wrong?!" Keigo exclaimed, immediately sitting down to pull you into his lap, rocking you back and forth while kissing any skin he could reach- immediately bringing you comfort.

"I- I just-"

"Shhh it's okay baby. You can wait to tell me." Keigo soothed, kissing your lips sweetly.

Your lips trembled as you tried to hold in your sobs, causing Keigo's heart to break.

"It's okay Baby Bird, you can let it all out. I'm safe, you can trust me."

You wobbly nodded, telling yourself that you wouldn't let your emotions win.

"I love you so much." Keigo whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

Sobs spilt from your lips as you clung to Keigo, tearfully babbling about how much you missed him and how hard it was to keep quiet. You eventually started venting about other things that were going wrong in your life. Keigo stuck by you the entiret time, listening to every word.

After your sobs died down and you simply dug your face in the crook of his neck he gently sang to you, luring you to a peaceful slumber.

~~~

\\The next day; 9:42 a.m. //

Blinking open your eyes you look around, wondering how you fell asleep.

You remembered talking to Keigo, and then breaking down-

"Keigo?!" You call, worried that his return was a mere dream.

"Yes my darling?"

Smiling, you hurry to jump in his arms, nuzzling your cheek against his.

"Good morning baby." Keigo whispered, kissing your lips lovingly.

"About last night.. I'm sorry for-"

"Baby Bird, if you apologize for having feelings I swear I'll-"

"No no! I'm sorry for hiding them from you!"

"Oh- well then you will be forgiven as long as I get lots of cuddles and kisses.

"Deal."

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[punsmaster69]

29/OCT/20XX

"Thanks for coming over, Sans."

"no big deal. what's wrong with the-"

"...oh."

today i was woken up by a swarm of texts and calls by undyne. that isn't unusual in itself, but she said something was broken with her tv.

—

"i'm up i'm up"

"stop spamming me"

"Please come fix tv."

"alphys not willing to fix it or what"

"She's not here, and I KNOW you aren't doing jack shit right now."

"you're not wrong"

"why so urgent?"

"We're supposed to watch a movie tonight but we can't do that if she's fixing the TV instead!!"

"what did you do to it, anyway?"

she started typing, but stopped and didn't respond further.

"ok"

"be over in a sec"

—

"jeez, you really did a number on this thing."

"You can still fix it, right?"

"maybe."

"RIGHT??"

"probably."

"let's take it to her workshop."

the bulbs buzzed as i turned them on. white light illuminated the room's walls, covered in random manuals and posters. a gutted phone sat in the middle of the workspace, along with some random pieces and bits. undyne swept everything to the side, clearing space for the tv.

——

"Alphys, darling-"

"Oh. You're not Alphys."

"nope."

mettaton leaned over to see what i was doing.

"..Ah, yes. The poor television..."

"Undyne threw a controller at it in a fit of rage."

"over what?"

"My skills were too much for her to bear.."

"Resulting in this unfortunate casualty."

"...that's what i figured."

"anyways, alphys is out right now."

"...Right."

"Since you're here, you'll test a new product of mine, won't you?"

suddenly i felt sick, and hoped it wasn't going to be anything food-related.

to my relief, he only pulled out a shiny pen.

"It's brand new, it's fabulous, it's: MTT Brand Pen Number Three (Now With More Glitter)!!"

"Try it out, will you?"

[A glittery pink ink glob sits on the page. There are lines in the ink, like it was supposed to be something..]

"...might need a bit of workshopping."

he ignored me.

"Ooh! How fabulous!"

he shook the pen. glitter leaked onto his hand.

"Stunning! It's absolutely overflowing with the essence of Mettaton...!!"

"sure."

"A glowing review already!"

"Thank you for participating in product testing, Sans-darling. As thanks, you can keep this one as your very own!"

"..great."

and just like that, he was gone.

....maybe papyrus'll want this.

——

she powered on the tv.

everything looked normal.

"Nice! Thanks for the help on short notice, Sans."

"no problem, but..."

"don't throw anything else at it, alright?"

"I won't!"

"...."

"Maybe I'll stay off of it until Alphys gets back."

"probably for the best."

"i'm gonna get going."

"Wait, can I ask you something?"

"what's up?"

"..Are you doing okay?"

"why do you ask?"

"You were super sick, like, just last week. And now you're acting perfectly normal again, as if nothing even happened."

"Are you really okay?"

"......."

headaches aren't really noteworthy.

probably from the harsh fluorescent lights in alphys' workshop anyway.

"yeah."

"i'm good."

"If it turns out you're lying.."

"I'm gonna kick you into next YEAR, got it?!"

"..Once you're healthy again."

"ok. got it."

"seeya, undyne."

"Seeya, nerd."

——

"WHY DO YOU HAVE A PILLOW ON YOUR FACE?"

"blocking out the light."

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU."

he lifted the pillow up.

"blocking out the light."

"DO YOU HAVE A MIGRAINE AGAIN?"

"..IS IT A NORMAL ONE?"

"pretty sure."

"OPEN YOUR EYES, PLEASE."

"...OKAY. SEEMS FINE."

paps put the pillow back down and turned off the light.

he took my water bottle and shook it, seeing how much there was.

then he pulled my blanket over me better.

deeming everything acceptable, he sat down with me.

"oh, right."

"mettaton gave me a glitter pen. it's in a bag in my left jacket pocket over there, if you want it instead."

sifting through my coat pocket (and removing a handful of condiment packets,) he pulled out the pen excitedly.

"fair warning, it leaks."

"DO YOU HAVE ANY PAPER IN YOUR POCKETS THAT I CAN TEST IT WITH?"

"uhh.. my journal, i guess."

[A glittery line starts, and stops in a glob. It starts again, forming messy pink words.]

"HELLO! THIS IS A SENTENCE, TO TEST A PEN. AND HERE IS A HEART, TO TEST A PEN!"

[Arrow pointing to a glitter heart. The page ends here.]

[The next page sticks to the last one, but manages to come apart without tearing. Little shapes and doodles in pink coat the page. They start out splotchy, but improve as they go on.]

[Nothing was written further by Sans.]

[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

*-*-*

That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

*-*-*

As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

*-*-*-*

The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

*-*-*

"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun ��

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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@maxverstappenx @grandestrategia (because you are worth it 🦋💙)

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

Chapter Fourteen

Warnings: death, grief, you get a cat tho yay, Jake's growls aka heavy making out

A/N: im really blaming these gifs okay im trying make a slow burn but i played myself

Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fifteen

The origin of Heroes vary depending on the theme, lessons, region, or simply the idea the writer wants to convey. All stories, or most of them, start with a key life changing moment. Of course, the writer or verbal storytell gives you a bit of background, a starting point or point of view to see the protagonist in before the life changing moment. The moment which causes the hero to take a certain path.

There's destiny, circumstantial, and forged.

At least, that is how you guess how heroes are made in the comics and books you read.

Maybe you are a hero of circumstances?

Anubis returned you home with very little time passing by. Something about the mortal realm and the realm of the Gods time passing by differently.

"Remain safe, little mortal. Take this." Take this was more like 'see this. It's yours now'. An elegant grey cat with golden eyes. She sat on your couch staring as if awaiting your return. You always wanted a pet! Cats or dogs or a hamster, any animal really to keep you company. She presented herself as if waiting for you to pet her. Which you did a lot. "Bastet's personal familiar. Love her and her protection will be with you."

No costume but you got a cat!

For some reason the cat is the only normal thing to happen to you at this point of the day.

You agreed to help, both because of fear of angering him but also you needed answers… And to deal with the familiar rage you thought long gone.

Oh, there was doubt… Lots… Yet, you believe him after going into your father's room and finding out why he would be in there for hours on end some days. The bulletin board is covered with photos and the threads connecting everywhere, the walls covered with notes and newspaper clippings.

It is wild to see all this!

You stand in the middle of it dumbstruck. "Dad…" Looking at the wedding photo he has of your mom holding a baby you and himself holding up the marriage certificate. Mom had you before marrying dad, dad's family didn't like that.

Mom and him looked so happy at that moment.

Now both of them are dead, together like they wished they could've been. But… You are alone.

Time passes by, hours passes by until the evening arrives and you didn't realize you fell asleep in your dad's bed until your phone went off. The cat resting next to you gives you a pleasant warmth to wake up next to.

Two missed calls from Steven. One from Marc. A text from Jake.

Using three different cell phones must be annoying to handle with bills. At least you know who is texting you or calling you rather than guessing based on who greets you first.

The rapid knocking on your door causes you to get up though sluggish in your movements. The cat walks with you as dad's room door is once more closed off, you rather not have your boyfriend (or Jake) see what he once was into. The cat goes into your room and lays down on your bed.

The worst luck is Jake is standing at the door— Kneeling down with a lockpicking tool in his hand.

"Were you standing there that long?" Asking as your head tilts to the side curiously.

"You didn't pick up," Standing up at his full height, eyes gazing over your shoulder into your dad— Your flat now. "We got… inquietud." Those dark brown eyes go to you, studying how clearly you have been crying, the messy hair clearly announcing you slept. Jake is the observant one since he only appears (according to Marc) when danger is around. Both mental and physical. Guess he was concerned about you (or you might be projecting). He never makes you uneasy or scared, but you can't keep eye contact with him for long right now.

"What to come inside? For coffee?"

Jake lets you set the pace and tone for the evening, they heard what happened to your father a few hours ago. Your father put Jake Lockley as both next of kin and emergency contact; with no family or anyone he could trust in England around he figured Jake would do fine.

Marc saw the body, saw the signs of what appears similar to Ammit's magic on your father's body. He knows something has been going on since Jake makes more appearances than usual. None of them know that you know what's going on.

"Here, café con leche." Setting the mug down on the table as he sits down. Polo shirt, flat cap, fake mustache, killer tío vibes; Jake Lockley here in the kitchen taking a sip of your coffee. He sets it down after a good long sip.

"Tastes the same way your papi made it."

You nod with your head down, "H-he showed me how… To ma-make cáfe for him." Back when he would leave for police work, every morning you would try to make coffee he likes so much. He liked his coffee strong with milk but not too much milk. "H-he.." Tears running down your face, hands shaking, silently crying is something you mastered when living with your aunt. Blurry eyes opening and closing, all of the emotions spilling out.

"Déjalo salir." Let it go. He is not the emotional alter, Steven is and a lot better at the comforting thing, yet he doesn't trade spots with him as he stands up letting you go over to him and cry. You grip and sob into his shirt, his arms around you as if trying to keep you safe from anything hurting you further. "Continua... que yo estoy aquí, no te preocupes." I'm here, don't worry. Keeping you company in the kitchen, not letting you cry alone.

When the crying has passed and his shirt is stained with tears (you offered to replace it and apologized though he waved it off), he remains with you now in the living room letting you mindlessly talk about plans for what to do with your dad's… "Not right now." Taking your phone out of your hands and tossing it on the small table in front of the couch.

Jake is very physical when it comes to certain things. When he kisses you, you don't take offense to him trying to console you. This is his attempt by kissing you, having you think about nothing and going on instinct.

Steven’s kisses are like yours: messy, learning, and unsure.

Marc's kisses: experience, can be a bit overwhelming, and controlled.

Jake's kisses (with tongue for he doesn't go half way): dominating, overwhelming, experienced, and breath stealing (not taking).

His hands touch you everywhere causing you to wish you could feel it on your bare skin. You shiver, moan, gasp, and soon breathing heavily for air. Body hot and mind swimming from the endorphins he has your brain being flooded with.

He can— They can't bring back your father and vengeance will only give momentary satisfaction, either way they refuse to leave you in pain.

"Jake." Your clothes are bordering on being stripped off. "Hmm~!" Back arching towards his hand sliding under your shirt downwards towards between your legs. The sounds you make are addictive and said so with a growl in Spanish in your ear. "Fuck that's hotter then I imagined." Later Jake is going to tease on those words. For now he is content in getting you off without actually fucking you.

Steven can have all that given he met you first.

"Oh, wow!" What a reaction to actually feeling excited, horny excited! "What did you do?" Questioning Jake who is using his thigh to grind against your clothed cunt.

"Shh, no questions." You listen so he doesn't stop setting your body ablaze. 

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Sayonara :: Ratchet x Depressed! Human! Dead! Reader Rating: T Summary: It was the week before the festival. And you witnessed Ratchet hanging out with other people. He then confess his love and you end your life. Words: 4217

Ratchet's POV

It's already Sunday. I've been getting increasingly anxious about Optimus's upcoming visit. I keep telling myself there's no reason to be nervous, but it doesn't help much. I wonder if he'll act any different when it's just the two of us? Meanwhile, he's been texting me a lot.

We sent each other one after exchanging numbers to double-check, but it turned into conversation. He's almost a different personality on the phone, using tons of emoji and cute language. He also really likes complaining about things, but I kind of saw that one coming. But putting Optimus aside...

I haven't heard a thing from (Y/n) since she left club early the other day. It's not like we text each other all the time or anything... But I've been worried about her in the back of my mind. Between what (Y/n) said, and what Megatron said...

Is it really okay for me to put (Y/n)''s feelings aside when she might need me?"

I decide to visit (Y/n) before Optimus comes over. Rather than asking, I simply tell her "I'm coming over", much like we've done in the past. Once I reach (Y/n)'s house, I knock on the door before entering it myself. Again, we used to play so often that we've made it a habit of simply entering each other's houses like we were family. The house is quiet. (Y/n) isn't anywhere on the first floor, so I assume she's up in her room. It's already strange of her not to run down and greet me. I head up to her bedroom, where I finally find her.

"(Y/n)?" I said.

"Hi Ratchet~" She said.

I sit down in her room. Sayori forces a smile, but it's easy to tell that she's different. There's a minute of silence between us.

"You haven't come over like this in a long time, have you?" She asked.

"Ah... I guess you're right. It has been a long time. Not much has really changed, has it?" I asked.

(Y/n)'s room is as messy as it's always been. I also recognize the same stuffed animals and wall decorations that she's had for years now.

"Ehehe~ If you came over more often, it wouldn't be such a mess." She said.

"That's because I end up cleaning it for you..." I said.

"How come you suddenly wanted to come over today? Aren't you supposed to see Optimus today?"

"Yeah, but...Wait, how did you know that?" I asked

(Y/n) had already left by the time we decided that last meeting.

"Megatron told me. It's only natural for him to keep me informed about the festival preparations, right?" (Y/n) said.

Ah, that's true... But what about you? Aren't you going to be helping Megatron today?" I asked.

"Of course! But I'm just helping him online. We didn't plan to meet up or anything." (Y/n) said.

"Ah, so it's just me and Optimus, then..." I said.

"Yep~" (Y/n) responded.

There's more silence between us. (Y/n) stares in a random direction. Everything about her behavior is really uncharacteristic. I finally get to the point.

"I just...wanted to see how you were doing." I said.

"After you left on Friday. When something's wrong, you can't hide it from me! I know you too well." I added.

"So..." I started. (Y/n) smiles, shaking her head.

"That's no good, Ratchet."

"Eh?" I questioned

"Why can't it just be like it's always been? This is all my fault. If I didn't get so weak and accidentally express my feelings... If I didn't make that stupid mistake... Then you wouldn't have been worried about me at all. You wouldn't have come here. You wouldn't have even been thinking about me right now. But this...is just my punishment, isn't it? I'm getting punished for being so selfish. I think that's why the world decided to have you come over today. It just wants to torture me. Ehehe~" (Y/n) said.

"(Y/n)!" I grab (Y/n) by the shoulders.

"What on Earth are you saying?! Are you listening to yourself right now? I know something happened to you. There's no other explanation for you to be like this. So tell me, already...! Until I know, I won't be able to stop thinking about it!" I said.

"Ah..."

"Ahaha..." (Y/n) gives me an empty smile.

"You really put me in a trap, Ratchet. But... You're wrong. Nothing happened to me. I've always been like this. You're just seeing it for the first time." She said.

"Seeing what? What are you talking about, (Y/n)?"

"Ehehe~ You're really just going to make me say it, aren't you, Ratchet? I guess I have no choice this time. The thing is... I've had really bad depression my whole life. Did you know that? Why do you think I'm late to school every day? Because most days, I can't even find a reason to get out of bed. What reason is there to do anything when I fully know how worthless I am? Why go to school? Why eat? Why make friends? Why make other people put their energy and caring to waste by having them spend it on me? That's what it feels like. And that's why I just want to make everyone happy... Without anyone worrying about me." (Y/n) said.

"..." I'm in shock. I can't even figure out how to respond. How is it possible that (Y/n) kept this from me the entire time that I've known her? Did she really want so badly for me to just not think about her?

"...Why, (Y/n)?"

"Eh...?"

"Why is it that you've never told me about this? It almost feels like I've been betrayed as your close friend. Because if I knew, I would have done everything I could to support you! Even if there's only so much that I could do... I would have tried a little bit harder to make every day a little better for you. That's why I'm your friend! All you had to do was tell me!" I said.

"You don't understand at all, Ratchet. Why do you think I didn't tell you? Because if I told you, then you would have to waste effort caring about me instead of doing important things. I don't want to be cared about. It's bittersweet, when people try to care about me. It feels nice sometimes. But it also feels like a bat being swung against my head. Ahaha~ That's why I wanted so badly for you to make friends with everyone else.. Helping everyone be happy together is the best thing for me. But then, I discovered something else, too. Seeing you make friends and get closer with everyone in the club... It feels like a spear going through my heart. So, that's why. That's why I decided the world just wants to torture me. Every path leads to nothing but hurt. Ahaha~" she said.

"You're right that I don't understand... I don't understand your feelings at all, (Y/n). But I don't need to understand. Whatever it takes for me to help you stop hurting... That's what I'll do." I said.

"No, Ratchet. There's nothing. Nothing at all. The only thing that could have helped is if everything could be like it always was. But I was selfish.I finally showed you what a horrible person I am." Tears streak down (Y/n)'s face.

"I made you join the literature club because I was selfish. And I was punished by my heart hurting in a way that I couldn't understand. And now you came here and I made you hurt, too. I'm just weak and selfish. That's all I am. And that's why I'm going to accept these punishments. Because I deserve every last one...!" Without thinking, I once again grab (Y/n)'s shoulders. This time, I pull her into a tight embrace.

"A-Ah-- Ratchet..."

"(Y/n). I don't care if you feel selfish. I'm really happy that you convinced me to join the club. Seeing you every day makes it worthwhile enough. If I make friends with everyone else, then that's just a bonus. But please never underestimate how much I care about you. I wouldn't have it any other way." I said.

"Ratchet..." (Y/n) isn't hugging me back. Despite my arms being wrapped around her, (Y/n)'s arms remain at her sides. She starts sobbing next to my ear.

"No... Don't do this...to me... Please don't do this... Ratchet... I..." (Y/n) barely manages to speak between her sobs. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. But all I want is for her to know that I care.

"If you have it in you to call yourself selfish, then you have to let me be selfish too. No matter what it takes, I'll figure out what needs to change. I'll make these feelings go away. And if there's anything that you need me to do... Then you'd better tell me. I'll get mad if you don't." I said.

"...don't know... I don't know... I don't know." Gently, (Y/n) finally puts her arms around me in return.

"I don't know anything. It's all really scary... I don't understand any of my feelings, Ratchet... The only time I'm not feeling nothing is when I'm feeling pain. But... Your hugs are so warm...And that's really scary, too." (Y/n) lets me go. As she does so, I let her go as well.

"The festival is tomorrow." I reminded her.

"Yeah..." She said.

"It's going to be fun, right?" I ask.

"Yeah." She said.

"How would you like for me to spend it all with you?" I offer.

"U-Um... Ah--" (Y/n) starts.

"It's what I want. I promise." I reassure her.

"I..."

"I think that would be nice, then..." (Y/n) said.

"Yeah." (Y/n) wipes her eyes. If I could spend the whole day here, I would.

"Of all days, this has to be the one where I have other plans... Maybe I should cancel--" I started.

"No, don't--! Please don't... If you did that...then I really wouldn't forgive you." She begs.

"But... It's almost time for Optimus to meet me at my house... At the very least, do you want to come along and help out? It would be fun." To my surprise, (Y/n) shakes her head.

"I'm sorry. I don't know if that would be very good for me today. You understand, right?" She asked me.

"Ah... It's...kind of hard for me to fully understand. But I'm trying my hardest." I admit.

"It's okay. Don't worry too much about it. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" She said.

"...Alright. I look forward to it." I said.

I say goodbye to (Y/n) and exit her house. On the way home, I find myself still feeling uneasy. But it's hard for me to keep thinking about it when Optimus is about to come over, too... I think (Y/n) is right. I shouldn't be worrying too much, and we're definitely going to have a great time tomorrow. I should just focus on what's ahead of me!

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"Thanks for all the help and everything... I'll see you tomorrow." Optimus said.

"Wait, Optimus." I called.

"Eh?" Optimus stops.

"What you said before...about not always having this chance. It doesn't have to be that way at all! I had fun today. You showed me how fun baking can be, like you wanted. But aside from that... You can come over anytime, okay? I think that if possible, I'd like to spend more time like this. If you want to read manga, or go out somewhere--" I started.

"Um-- Do you...really mean that?" Optimus looks at me tensely, like he's trying to hide his expression.

"Yeah. I want to spend more time with you." I confessed.

"Ratchet... I thought you only cared about getting this done... Uu... I'm sorry I had to leave so early today. I really didn't want to! I would really...stay here longer if I could. I feel the same way as you, so..." Optimus suddenly gets closer to me.

"Wait, Optimus" Standing inches from me, Optimus looks up at me. I feel his digits gently clutch at the sides of my shirt, as if holding onto me. His rose-colored cheeks and matching optics fill my vision, along with his slightly-parted dermas. What is happening...? My helm starts to go dizzy as I feel his soft breaths against me.

"I've felt it... For a while now...--!!" Optimus suddenly jumps back."

"(Y/n)?!"

"Eh?!"

"Ah... H-Hi, Ratchet..."

"(Y/n)--! Just now, we weren't--" I stutter.

"Ehehe~ It's okay, Ratchet. I just stopped by to say hi~"

"A-Ah... Well... Y-You should have come a little earlier! I'm already on my way out, so..." Optimus said.

"Aw, really? That's too bad..." (Y/n) said.

"Yeah, well... I'll still see you at the festival tomorrow, so it's fine. Just don't eat any cupcakes before then! Anyway, later!" Clearly flustered, Optimus hurries off, and (Y/n) waves goodbye.

"(Y/n)-- I thought you didn't want to come over today!" I said.

l "Ahaha, well... I tried staying in my room... But my imagination was being really mean to me... So I had to come here and see it for myself." She said.

"See what? What are you talking about?" I asked.

"You know... How much fun you were having with Optimus. And how close you got to him. It makes me...really happy... That you've made such good friends. That's all that matters to me." Tears start to fall down (Y/n)'s face. "That's all that matters to me--! Why am I feeling this way, Ratchet? I'm supposed to be happy for you. Why does it feel like my heart is splitting in half? It hurts so much... Everything hurts so much... This would be so much better if I could just disappear!" She cries out.

"(Y/n), don't say that!"

"It's true, Ratchet! If I wasn't here, then you wouldn't have to waste your sympathy on me! You wouldn't have to put up with me being selfish! Megatron was right... I should just..." She starts

"Megatron...? Megatron was right about what?"

"..."

"(Y/n)... What I said before is true. I'm not going to let this continue. Caring about you like this isn't the burden your mind is making it out to be. It's something that makes me happy. It's something that I wouldn't trade for anything else. So, even if it takes an entire lifetime... I'm going to be by your side until you don't feel any more pain." I said.

"B-But..." (Y/n) looks away. I put a hand on her shoulder to reassure her.

"I'm scared, Ratchet... I'm really scared..." She said.

"What are you scared of, (Y/n)?"

"I'm scared that... That I might like you more than you like me..."

"(Y/n)...?"

"It's true, isn't it? I was weak and started to like you too much...I did this to myself. Ratchet... I like you so much that I want to die! That's how I feel! And...and..." She started.

"That's enough, (Y/n)... I don't want you to hurt anymore." I slide my hand down (Y/n)'s arm and squeeze her hand in my own.

"Do you remember how I said I always know what's best for you? Do you still believe me?" Wordlessly, (Y/n) nods.

"Even if you don't understand all of your own feelings...I know what you need the most right now. And that's what I'm going to give to you." I said.

"(Y/n)..."

"I love you."

"Eh--?"

"Those are my true feelings. So...there's no way you could like me more than I like you. I should have realized it sooner. But spending time with everyone at the club... Making new friends... And having fun with you every day... It helped me realize that you are truly the most important person to me. That's why I'll accept any of your burdens. As long as we continue like this every day... With you by my side... Then I know we'll both be happy." I said.

"Ratchet..." Suddenly, (Y/n) wraps her arms tightly around me.

"Ratchet... Is this...really okay?" She asked.

"Yeah." I hold (Y/n) in my arms and pull her closer.

"You'll never have to let go of me again." I said.

"I love you, Ratchet... I want to be with you forever." She said.

"Me too." I said.

"..." I feel (Y/n)'s grip around me weaken a little bit.

"What is this...?"

"(Y/n)...?"

"I'm supposed to be happy right now...I always thought this would be the happiest moment for me. But why...? Even now... Why won't the rainclouds go away? They're not going away at all, Ratchet..."

"It's okay, (Y/n)...It might take some time for things to get better again. But no matter how long it takes, I'll be there every step of the way. That's all that matters right now."

"O-Okay...I...trust you..." She said.

(Y/n) and I slowly release each other.

"So... I guess that makes the festival tomorrow...our first date, huh?"

"Ehehe... What are you saying? I don't want to think about those things, you know? I want everything to be the same as it always has been. Even if we really are...a couple. I don't know if I could handle anything more right now... It's really new and scary to me." (Y/n) said.

"I understand. We'll go at whatever pace suits you best." I said.

"Hey, Ratchet..." (Y/n) gazes at me once again, smiling sadly.

"Even if I get really, really sad... This is the best thing for me...right?"

"Eh...?" I don't really understand what (Y/n) means by that.

"Are you saying that this is making you feel sad, (Y/n)?"

"I-I don't know... I don't understand what I'm feeling. It felt like a bunch of thorns when you told me you love me... But that's why I want to trust you. You know what's best for me..."

"...Yeah. I do. That's my promise." I said.

I say that, but in reality, I've never felt more uncertain when it comes to (Y/n). I know that I love her, and she loves me. But I'm having as much trouble understanding (Y/n)'s feelings as she is. Even though I can comfort her... I keep wondering if I should be doing something more, or something different. I know these thoughts will continue to plague me until things are back to the way they were. Is that what (Y/n) meant by not wanting anything to change? I don't know. But I know that I'll give it everything I've got. (Y/n) is the most important person to me. And I'll do whatever it takes to have a happy future with her.

===

It's the day of the festival. Of all days, I expected this to be the one where I'd be walking to school with (Y/n). But (Y/n) isn't answering her phone. I considered going to her house to wake her up, but decided that's a little too much. Meanwhile, the preparations for the event should be nearly complete. I managed to carry all the cupcakes myself by carefully stacking two trays. Optimus is already texting up a storm, but I can't respond, thanks to my hands being full. Funnily enough, I probably feel the same way as Starscream about the event. I'm more excited for it to be over so I can spend time with (Y/n) and Optimus at the festival. But knowing Megatron, I'm sure the event will be great, too.

"Ratchet! You're the first one here. Thanks for being early!" Megatron said.

"That's funny, I thought at least Starscream would be here by now." I said.

Megatron is placing little booklets on each of the desks in the classroom. They must be the ones he prepared that has all the poems we're performing. In the end, I found a random poem online that I thought Megatron would like, and submitted it. So, that's the one I'll be performing.

"I'm surprised you didn't bring (Y/n) with you."

"Yeah, she overslept again... That dummy. You'd think that on days this important, she'd try a little harder..." I say that, but I suddenly remember what (Y/n) told me yesterday... And I suddenly feel awful, knowing it's not nearly that simple for her. I only said it because it's the way I'm used to thinking. But... Maybe I should have gone to wake her up after all?

"Ahaha. You should take a little responsibility for her, Ratchet! I mean, especially after your exchange with her yesterday... You kind of left her hanging this morning, you know?" Megatron said.

"Exchange...? Megatron-- You know about that??"

"Of course I do. I'm the club president, after all.

"But--!" I stammer, embarrassed. Did (Y/n) really tell him about it that quickly? That we're...a couple now? I didn't really plan on bringing it up with anyone yet...

"Jeez... You don't know the full story at all, so..." Megatron said.

"Don't worry. I probably know a lot more than you think."

"Eh...?" Megatron is being as friendly as usual, but for some reason I felt a chill down my spine after hearing that.

"Hey, do you want to check out the pamphlets? They came out really nice!"

"Yeah, sure." I grab one of the pamphlets laid out on the desks.

"Oh yeah, they really did. Something like this will definitely help people take the club more seriously."

"Yeah, I thought so too!" I flip through the pages. Each member's poem is neatly printed on its own page, giving it an almost professional feel. I recognize Optimus's and Starscream's poems from the ones they performed during our practice.

"What's this...?" I flip to (Y/n)'s poem. It's different from the one she practiced. It's one that I haven't read before... "Ah--" What is this...? Reading the poem, I get a pit in my stomach.

"Ratchet? What's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing..." This poem feels completely different from everything else (Y/n)'s written. But more than that...

"I-I changed my mind! I'm going to go get Sayori, so... Ah--" I said.

"Well, alright! Try not to take too long, okay?" quickly leave the classroom.

"Don't strain yourself~" Megatron calls that out after me. I quicken my pace. What was I thinking? I should have tried a little bit harder for (Y/n). It's not a big deal to at least wait for her, or help her wake up. Even the simple gesture of walking her to school makes her really happy. Besides...I told her yesterday that things will be the same as they always have been. That's all she needs, and what I want to give her."

I reach (Y/n)'s house and knock on the door. I don't expect an answer, since she's not picking up her phone, either. Like yesterday, I open the door and let myself in.

"(Y/n)?" She really is a heavy sleeper... I swallow. I can't believe I ended up doing this after all. Waking her up in her own house... That really is something that a boyfriend would do, isn't it? In any case... It just feels right. Outside (Y/n)'s room, I knock on her door.

"Sayori? Wake up, dummy..." There's no response. I really didn't want to have to enter her room like this... Isn't it kind of a breach of privacy? But she really leaves me no choice. I gently open the door.

".......(Y/n)--"

"..."

What the hell...? What the hell??

Is this a nightmare? It...has to be. This isn't real. There's no way this can be real. Y/n) wouldn't do this. Everything was normal up until a few days ago. That's why I can't believe what my eyes are showing me...! I suppress the urge to vomit. Just yesterday...I told (Y/n) I would be there for her. I told her I know what's best, and that everything will be okay.

Then why...? Why would she do this...? How could I be so helpless? What did I do wrong?

Confessing to her... I shouldn't have confessed to her. That's not what (Y/n) needed at all. She even told me how painful it is for others to care about her. Then why did I confess to her, and make her feel even worse? Why did I do that to her when she needed me the most? Why was I so selfish? This is my fault--! My swarming thoughts keep telling me everything I could have done to prevent this. If I just spent more time with her. Walked her to school. And remained friends with her, like it always has been...Then I could have prevented this. I know I could have prevented this!

Screw the Literature Club. Screw the festival. I just...lost my best friend. Someone I grew up with. She's gone forever now. Nothing I do can bring her back. This isn't some fanfiction where the author can write a new ending and try something different. I had only one chance, and I wasn't careful enough. And now I'll carry this guilt with me until I die. Nothing in my life is worth more than hers... But I still couldn't do what she needed from me. And now... I can never take it back.

Never. Never. Never. Never. Never...

[buckyjamess-archive]

𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

chapter seventeen • a/n: thank the sudden burst of inspiration for these chapters coming out so fast. Feedback is appreciated! • wordcount: 1.5k+ • warnings: kids, parenthood, nothing more?

summary

going through  rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

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"I'm running a little late today, so I won't be home in time but I asked Steve to be there to open up–" a heavy sigh "for the love of god, try to be nice buck, that's all I'm asking, okay? Also, can you let me know if you're staying for dinner so I can pick up something extra on my way back– thank you. Okay..bye, love you." 

love you. Bucky never expected to keep hearing those words falling from your lips but he does– after every call, every voicemail, every goodbye and see you soon. It makes him smile yet he doesn't deserve those two words. 

you had assured him that morning after that you would always love him no matter what; that he's still the father of yet another gift in your life. The best months of your life after a shit show of years prior– you'd always love Bucky even if he broke your heart in a million pieces, he seemed to be the only one to put it back together..or steve. Steve did a pretty good job of glueing shattered parts of your heart back together.

It angered bucky. Coincidentally; Steve rogers marriage came to an end not two weeks after you'd moved into your own little place with the kids and for a split second Bucky had wondered if nothing ever happened between you and Steve during the time he suspected something. But he believed you. Nothing had happened, never and though Bucky still had to get used to Steve being around more and more each day, he knew he could trust the blonde. 

You seem happy with Steve and unlike you and him, things between Steve went slow, taking time. No moving in three weeks after or by each other's side everyday and you certainly didn't let the man straight into Rosie and JJ's life.

A break..of sorts and maybe he'd gotten his hopes up and believed it actually could get better with time; get back together and be that little family again but as time passed by, it became all too clear– you really didn't plan on getting with him again and Bucky couldn't even blame you.

But you still let him into your life, let him be a part of your life. A part of Rosie's life..of JJ. You let Rosie stay with him whenever she wanted to, let her stay the night or a couple of days until the girl wanted to get back home again. Got to see his son nearly everyday and have him all weekends. 'I'd never take away your kids, buck'

Invitations to stay for dinner or spend the evening or to tag along with one of your day outs– all too eager to spend all the time he could with what once was his family,  even if it meant spending time with Steve.

You still took care of bucky, you still loved bucky because the man who broke your heart made you believe in love again, pulled you out of your shell after years of wanting to be alone. Took care of you during your darkest days, stayed by your side when you needed him the most. Gave Rosie a father figure she never had the opportunity to get, gave you another little soul to take care of. Bucky Barnes stole, bruised and broke your heart and till this day manages to glue it back together. 

It took you a while to forgive him, you're still not sure if you actually have. With the loan you got from your new part time job at the store around the corner, you managed to get yourself a small two bedroom apartment not too far away from bucky– following most classes from your new study online and still being able to be there for your babies; if you were being honest, life was good. 

The family wilson being back in your life being the icing on the cake. Sam being to eager to apologise for everything he'd said and done although 'I told you so'– first flight to Brooklyn and before you knew it the family stood in your apartment, unpacked boxes and painted rooms as if their lives depended on it; be there for you like they were after riley– family. Hailey even spent the better part of her summer in Brooklyn by your side to catch up while in all honesty, she got tired of her dad and needed some time alone.

Life was surprisingly good after everything.

"Dad?" 

Snapping out of his daydream, Bucky looks up and meets the eyes of the little girl in the rear view mirror. The braid bucky had managed to braid that morning an untangled mess, hanging from her shoulder. Left overs of a chocolate cookie still visible on the corner of her mouth. Yellow shirt covered in dirt, paint and what else she'd been playing in and with at school.

Bucky hums and types a quick text to you, telling you he'd stay over for dinner "What's up?" 

"Can alpine come with me sometime?" Rosie asks seriously, a hint of hope in her voice. 

"I wish he could sweetheart but mom's not allowed to have any pets," Bucky chuckles "He misses mommy, right?" 

"I don't know, he can't talk silly." 

"Really then why does alpine talk to me every night?" Bucky quips back "he tells me how you steal the last cookies from the cookie jar." 

"That was JJ– when are mommy, me and JJ coming back home, I want my own bedroom again." 

Bucky clears his throat and quickly gazes to the little boy fast asleep in his carpet on the backseat and back to Rosie, Bucky swallows the lump in his throat. 

You tried to explain it all but the 4 year old never seemed to be able to understand any of it; the two times Christmas, two birthdays not working.

"I don't know princess," Bucky admits "whenever mommy is ready." 

which is never

Heavy footsteps echo against the grey stone walls of the short hallway,  doors with small white numbers glued onto the wood– Steve isn't much taller or shorter, maybe a bit broader but nothing to be afraid of and yet bucky finds himself tiny next to the man, intimidated to say the least- black leather jacket over a simple grey shirt clung around his biceps, long legs...intimidating but with the softest facial features, christ bucky didn't have any reason to feel this way around someone You deemed important. 

If anything, Steve was as awkward as him.

Twirling around the hallway, her pink and purple colored bag bouncing up and down her back and her messy braid flying through the air, Rosie stills at the sight of the men walking their way 

"You're late." 

"I know, kid," Steve chuckles lowly "tried to be faster." 

"Well, you should be faster next time." Rosie simply states. 

Steve nods his head towards bucky with a slight smile which bucky returns and without another word, Steve twirls the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door with the faint 9 on it. 

Rosie storms in, nearly tripping over her own feet as she pulls her backpack off and throws it in the corner with all other shoes, bags and umbrellas. 

The man nods again as Bucky pushes the stroller with JJ through the door. The familiar smell of you lingering in the air and fills his nostrils. He ignores the footsteps behind him. Bucky pushes his son further into the kitchen where he picks JJ out and sets the little man on the floor. Bucky's not even able to say another word, his son zooming off on all fours, going straight to the box filled with toys near the couch in the living room. 

"I was told to hand you the keys." Bucky's eyes shoot up to Steve, your keys dangling between his thumb and index finger– Steve clears his throat. 

Casually folding the stroller back before standing up straight, bucky nods and holds his hand out. 

Your keys, not Steve's. Great, he's not at that base yet.

"y/n asked if you wanted to bathe the kids," Steve clears his throat once again and shifts his weight from one foot to the other "so she can start with dinner when she's back." 

"Yeah, sure." Bucky mumbles almost inaudibly, calm and collected, through his stomach drops as Steve nods and strides his way to your bedroom and comes back out with a black overnight bag hanging from his shoulder; rogers printed on the fabric. 

so, he's at that base already

"So, yeah– I should head back out. Work and all." Steve breathes out a laugh. 

Placing both hands on his sides, Steve looks back to the living room where Rosie and JJ crawled and played around the coffee table. 

"Bye rosie," Steve waves awkwardly and with no answer back, he looks back at bucky with a slight smile and nervous chuckle "kids, right." 

"Yeah," Bucky deadpans, not batting an eye at the men in front of him "kids." 

Bucky doesn't have the right to feel jealous, he screwed things up and not you but he still loves you with all his heart and he'll be damned if he didn't at least try to gain back your trust and maybe even woo you back in his life– Steve stands in the way of just that.

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[whattodowithace]

3 Months Long (A.C.E Scenario)

Title: 3 Months Long

Paring: A.C.E x Reader

Genre: Spice; Slight Fluff

Count: 2,576 Words

Writer: Kpopmadness [Ju] & Whattodowithkpop [Lio] (LiJu)

Summary: An anon request: "Please ask for a spice reaction from Ace upon returning from a 3 month tour and finding his S.O alone at home. How to kill the longing?"

A/N: We want to thank anon for being patient with us while it took us awhile to write this. Lio and Ju have been a bit absent from tumblr but we will do better to keep a closer eye on requests! And thank you anon for the request! We always love them. :) Please enjoy!

*****

Seyoon;

Too long; He had been gone for too long for me, I felt myself forgetting his touch and the way it felt to have him laying next to me the longer he was away from me. My boyfriend of four years, Kim Seyoon, had been away for months. Leaving for a world tour and then home to visit his family before coming back to me. I laid awake in bed waiting to hear the sound of the doorknob turning and being able to hear him shuffle into our apartment. But soon the clock on my bedside table read 3:45 A.M and he still wasn't home. Making my heart ache.

I had been with him almost everyday since we started dating. His laugh and smile making me feel complete. I started to doze off with thoughts of his gentle touches and the way he would kiss my neck while standing behind me when I hear the doorknob to the front door turn.

I'm quick to get out of bed and rush down the hall to see him setting his suitcase down at the door and take off his mask and hood that covered his head. His soft brown eyes meet mine and a bright smile spreads across his face.

Before he can say anything, I run into his arms, making him crash against the front door. The door groaning from our full weight hitting it suddenly. I hold him tightly in my arms and breathe him in deeply, never wanting to let go.

Seyoon was the first to speak. "I missed you."

"I missed you most."

Seyoon holds me even tighter and runs his fingers through my hair, making my sigh out against his shoulder as he buries his face into my neck. His breath fanning over my skin causing me to shiver slightly at how good it felt to have him touching me once again.

I pull away just slightly to look into his eyes, a soft smile lighting up his features. He pecks my nose gently, making me close my eyes. He kisses my nose again and then moves to my forehead, then my cheeks. His lips leaving drawn out kisses against my skin.

I run my fingers through his hair gently which makes him lean his head against the door, letting me support his head in my hands. I close the gap between us and start kissing his mouth deeply. Making him take a intake of breath and wrap his arms tighter around me, making sure every inch of us was pressed tightly together.

I'm not aware of anything else as the seconds tick by. I only feel his lips opening against mine and his hands gliding against my back and to my face to somehow get our lips even more melded together then they already were. I only feel him as I keep him pressed against the door and leave deep kisses against his neck, making him lean his head back more to give me access. Letting me do whatever I wanted to him.

He's the only thing I feel and taste until the sunlight bleeds onto the horizon.

*****

Byeongkwan;

I always hated when we were apart. Byeongkwan leaving was always hard to see and it was hard to be without him. He had left for an entire year to pursue his love of music. Of course I supported him, even though I knew I wouldn't be able to go with him and he would be busy. And we knew it would be at least a year before we saw each other again. But we were okay with it. Because we knew we could make it. It was hard, but the day had finally arrived that I would see him again. I had had enough of only being able to text or call him, I missed him. His body, his taste, his breath in my ear. I missed him as a whole.

I had rushed to his apartment as soon as he said he was home and some of his friends had left. I wanted to pick him up at the airport but work wouldn't allow it. Making me frustrated and even more anxious to see him.

I knock on his apartment door and tap my foot impatiently. Soon I hear footsteps from the other side of the door and Byeongkwan's smirk greets me. I giggle at seeing him again in person after so long, feeling giddy. He takes my wrist and pulls me inside. Closing the door behind us.

He wraps my legs around his waist and picks me up, spinning me once before kissing my mouth deeply. A deep hum leaving his throat as he encases my lips with his. Making my entire body heat up and tingle.

"I have missed you so much." He whispers between kisses. "You look amazing."

I giggle against his lips. "I missed you too, BK." I leave a drawn out kiss on his lips before slowly pulling away. "You aren't leaving again, are you?"

Byeongkwan shakes his head. "Not for a long while, baby. But we have a lot of making up for lost time to do."

I suck in a breath as he starts leaving a row of bites on my jaw down my neck. His kisses and bites deep and harsh, his missing me evident in the way he held me. Our kisses our messy as Byeongkwan walks to his bedroom slowly. It felt like forever before he was hovering over my body and leaving deep kisses on my collarbones and shoulders. His breathing going deeper and harder as time wore on. It felt like even longer before I finally felt the skin beneath his shirt. His muscles tight yet soft. His eyes darkened with every tracing on his stomach and arms I drew.

We didn't stop to talk and catch up until the sheets were tangled around our bodies loosely and dark marks had formed on both of us.

*****

Jun;

I sat in the living room, watching the needle on the clock counting the seconds down to a minute. It was 12:34 at night as I bounced my knee waiting for Jun to come home. He had been gone for 3 months, the longest he had been gone since we were together. We knew it would be hard, but we had managed well with video calls and text messages. However, 3 months was a long time to go without touching someone. I missed running my fingers through his hair as he held my hands, rubbing circles over my thumb with his. I missed hugging him from behind, wrapping my arms around his stomach before his hands came to rest over mine as he laughed and asked what I wanted. I missed his lips on mine, every tilt of his head that deepened the kiss as his hands pressed against my lower back, pushing me flush against his chest. I had missed his touch and I was going to wait up for him so that I could feel him again and not let him go until we had to get up for breakfast in the morning.

My thoughts of Jun were interrupted as I heard the front door open. I jumped from my spot, running to the door to find Jun rolling his suitcase into the small hallway that welcomed you into our apartment. He smiles as he sees me, opening his mouth to speak, but all he gets out is a huff of air as I crash into him, wrapping my arms around his back and laying my head on his chest.

"I'm worried that you didn't miss me." He laughs, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him.

I let out a sigh of contentment, finally having him back making me feel relieved. He holds me tightly before he pulls back, attaching his lips to mine. I kiss him back feeling my heart pick up speed at the feeling of his lips. His hand trails up my back, pushing deeply into it and making me sigh out against him, feeling my muscles relax when his hand goes over them. His hand reaches the back of my neck, deepening the kiss as he backs me up into the wall, holding the back of my head so it wasn't against the wall. He opens his mouth against me, encouraging me to do the same where he meets my tongue with his. His tongue rests against mine as he groans against my mouth feeling all of me pressed against him.

My hands reach the bottom of his shirt, pulling at it to indicate to him I wanted it off. He pulls away from me, letting me pull his shirt off while he does the same with mine before reattaching our lips together. His free hand rests against my side, rubbing his thumb over my skin. My hands rest on his shoulders, feeling them flex as he moved his head each time to deepen the kiss. We pull away after awhile, resting our foreheads against each other, Jun smiling widely as his breath fanned over my face.

"I missed you so much." He admits, placing a quick kiss over my mouth before returning his forehead to mine.

"Not as much as I missed you." I tell him with a smile before pulling him back down to my lips.

*****

Donghun;

It was early in the am's as I slept. It wasn't a restful sleep, because I was waiting for my boyfriend to come back home. He was away on tour and he was scheduled to get back tonight, but not until late. I had waited up for him, but my eyes grew heavy, so I went to bed, waiting to wake up until I heard him come in.

I heard his footsteps walk into our room, alerting me of his presence. I sit up in bed, seeing him in the light of the moon that bled through our curtains. His eyes were tired when they focused on me, but he smiled, his eyes creasing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He whispers, his bare chest on display making my tired brain distort.

"I wasn't really sleeping well. I wanted to wait for you." I tell him as he crawls into bed next to me.

"What did you want to do after I got home?" He asks, his voice deep as he faces his body towards mine, his smile mischievous.

I gulp as I feel his body heat from his close proximity, my mind going blank. "I just wanted to see you."

"Did you want to touch me?" He asks, his voice gravely as he takes my hand in his, bringing to his chest and laying it flat over his chest, his hand resting on the back of mine to keep it against him.

I let out a shaky breath as I feel his heart beat against the palm of my hand, his skin hot to the touch.

"Or did you want me to touch you?" His other hand goes to my thigh, trailing my pajama shorts up my leg before he grabs it, rubbing his thumb across my skin.

I gasp at the feeling, my hand shaking against his chest.

"Did you want to kiss me?"

His head moves forward, his lips grazing against mine. "I've waited to kiss you."

With those words I push my head forward, meeting his lips and grabbing his head, keeping his lips against mine. He had a habit of pulling away to tease, but I wasn't going to let him when I had to wait for him for so long. He smiles against my mouth, the hand that was against my thigh trailed up to my back as he laid his weight over me, resting me against the bed with his hand on the middle of my back, pushing me against his stomach. I hum into his mouth, his hand going to my hair to bury his fingers into it. I pull away from him, kissing down his jaw and neck before kissing back up the opposite side, reattaching our mouths. He pulls away, hovering over with a smile.

"I missed you." He says, leaning down to leave an open mouthed kiss over my collarbone, making me sigh. "Let's stay home tomorrow. We can catch up on all the time we lost."

I nod, smiling up at him as I run my hand up his arm. "I'm all yours."

*****

Chan;

I didn't expect him to come home so soon. I knew he'd be gone for awhile, but he got back early and wanted to surprise me. When he came home I was on the couch, reading. My focus was on my book so when his voice echoed through the room I jerked my head to see him. He gave his bright smile, making me feel overwhelmed. I stood from the couch, running to wrap my arms around him. His wrapped around my waist just as my lips crashed into his. I felt like crying, seeing him after so long making me feel happy. He held me against him, grabbing my thighs to help me wrap around his waist.

He pulls away and begins to walk to the bedroom all while I leave long kisses over his cheeks and jaw, not wanting to waste time after being away from him for so long. He would giggle on occasion, but it didn't deter me. He sits on the bed, letting me straddle his lap as my kisses traveled to his neck, my kisses deeper. He sighs out against me, making me want to keep kissing him there and keep hearing his deep sighs. However he doesn't allow it as he lifts my head by my chin, a deep love swirled in his eyes as he looked at me, his smile goofy as his hand held my back to keep me against him.

"I missed you so much." He expresses, his voice soft, almost as if it would break if it was louder.

"I missed you." I tell him before he brings my head down to introduce our lips together.

He opens his mouth against me his other hand resting on my thigh to keep me on his lap. The kiss was slow and drawn out giving me a chance to run my fingers through his hair making Chan smile into the kiss. Chan starts to fall back, taking me with him so I lay on top of him. I pull away from him, trailing a finger down his neck. When I reach the top of his shurt I pull it down, revealing his beauty mark, my smile widening. I lean down to kiss his mark, Chan groaning out and resting his head on the bed.

"I missed all of you." I whisper as I look over him to see his deep breathing.

He grabs my thighs before trailing his hands up to the bottom of my shirt, slowly lift them to reveal part of my stomach.

"And I missed all of you." He gets out from his heavy breathing. "Let me show you how much."

He says before carefully laying me on the bed and hovering over me to show me how much he really did miss me.

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[oikadori]

Happy Birthday Oikawa

Oikawa x f!Reader 

Summary: It's been more than 6 months since the last time you and Oikawa had been in each other’s arms, he has been in Argentina training while you went to the United States to study. But now his birthday is coming

WC: 1,5K

Genre:  angst,fluff, a little suggestive,swearing

“I miss you so much, (Y/N),” your heart clenched at the sound of his voice lowering  “God I wish I could be there with you.” a small smile appears on your lips while you handle your bag to the airport assistant. “I know, Tooru, I miss you too.” 

“It’s just so frustrating!! I want to hold you, to kiss you but I can’t…And I just-” his voice raises and he starts to speak faster, you reach the boarding wait room knowing you’ll soon have to end the call.

“Babe, I have-” 

“You know what??” he sounded desperate and kept talking.

“Babe, I know it is hard but I really have to-” you tried to add but Oikawa’s voice didn't let you “Fuck it!! I’m taking the next flight to Boston, that’s it” you stiffened,a large sigh coming out of your lips,  you were 120% done with his complains. You shake your head thinking about your exasperated boyfriend, and how he’ll react when he sees you.

“HEY TRASHYKAWA! Listen to me, I have to go. I was supposed to work on... a group project.” the woman behind you looks at you frowning, how couldn’t she,  with that scream of yours.

“Sorry babe, I got a little carried away...wait, what?” he blinks a couple of times,  looking down at his watch, 11:20 pm.

 “But you were supposed to be the first one to say Happy Birthday to me…” even if you couldn’t see him, you could picture his mouth pouting. 

 “I know Tooru, I’m really sorry. I have to go,” Oikawa bites his lip “Okay…” his voice is barely a whisper, you take a deep breath,  not knowing how much can you keep this going. All you want to do is to tell him that, after the next 5 hours you will be hugging him tightly  “I’ll call you first time in the morning, don’t do anything stupid ‘till then, okay?” a little smile adorns his lips 

“(Y/N), what can I possibly do in the next 6 hours, plus, I do have a sleeping schedule to follow” you let out a ringing laugh, Oikawa squeals at the sound of it, seeing that gorgeous smile of yours again will be the best birthday gift he could ever ask. When was the last time he actually saw that pretty smile? Thought you never liked your laugh, he never stops telling you how cute it is.

“Who knows? You always manage to surprise me” the line of boarding moved, making you the next to show your ticket, an endearing chuckle came from the other side of the call, making it almost impossible for you to finish the conversation with him,  “I really have to go...I love you Tooru, bye.” You quickly place your phone on your handbag and turn to the counter lady. 

“I love you too” his back drops on the bed a little shocked about how quickly you finished the call. “Fuck” his forearms are crossed over his face, his mind wandering over the last time you shared dinner together, held hands , slept on the same bed to wake up next to each other.

But most painful was that he couldn’t stop thinking about how your lips tasted and how your skin felt under his touch. Oikawa wasn’t able to restrain a small sob from his lips. 

12:00 pm and not even a text from you, were you that busy to not even text him? No, you were actually updating Iwaizumi, Makki, and Mattsun about the plan the three of you were pulling out.

  A little sore made its way to his chest, This week you barely talked with each other. He didn’t know that you were busy organizing your trip to Argentina just to be with him. 

Worry written over his features, his eyelids became heavier and his breathing slowed, fatigue making its way in his bod, after all, he just has made its way back from training. He turned to the side hugging a pillow pretending he is holding you and closed his eyes longing for you to be there with him.

///

You stand in front of a door in the middle of the hall, your eyes checked the address in your phone and looked at photo Oikawa sent you a few months ago when he moved in. Yeah, this is the place, a big smile appears on your face and you knock the door expectantly. Nothing. It’s almost 5:30 am, he’s likely to be sleeping, knowing his schedule you realize today is his day off. Of course, he is sleeping.

 A few minutes after, you’re calling your boyfriend. 

“(Y/N)-chan?” Oikawa’s voice rings from the other side, hoarse and slumberous. 

“ Happy birthday Tooru!! Sorry for not telling you sooner, I- The guys stayed until just now and…” 

“Awww, Thanks (Y/N)!! Don’t worry babe, I understand... you sound tired” a huge yawn coming out from his lips, you giggle at his words, if you knew Tooru. Your heart beats faster at his soft words, hearing him always made your heart skip a bit. “Babe? Everything ok?” his words still are drowsy and another yawn makes it through his lips. Oikawa won’t tell you that his eyes are closing with each passing second because he only wants to hears your voice as long as he possibly can. And you know this. Your heartbeats speed up and your cheeks heating up.  

“Yeah, it’s gonna be more than ok” you whispered “I’ll let you sleep now, I know you need to have a good sleep to keep that pretty face”  you tease, as sleepy as he is Oikawa lets out a warm laugh and grins at the phone. Before he can fully answer, you silence your phone and knock the door with powerful thumps.

“Of course, to wake up this handsome I- What the fuck? Sorry babe, some idiot it’s knocking on my door, wait for me a minute please” 

The door opens and Oikawa’s eyes widen, his tiredness disappearing instantly. You blush at the view in front, his phone con hand, his messy brown locks framing his features, and his bare torso exposed to your eyes. 

“Guess I’m the idiot, uh? “ you smile sweetly at him “Surprise T-” before you can say anything else, Oikawa is already all over you. He kisses every inch of your face while holding you tightly, his lips brush your neck and make you let out a vociferous laugh. 

You gently push him a little, feeling his skin under your touch is hard to regain your composure “Happy Birthday Tooru” You cup his cheeks and kiss his lips, his hands move to your waist and pulls you closer. Sharing a passionate kiss that was longed for too much. 

“I still can’t believe you are here, how?” His forehead rest on yours and your fingers strike his locks and caress his neck. 

“Well, It turns out your girlfriend is amazing soo..” His laugh fills the hall and sends warmth to your stomach. 

 “This is the best birthday gift I could possibly get, you know?” he lifts your chin up, stroking your cheek, his eyes filled with tenderness “I love you so much...Fuck, I missed you” Small tears appear on both of you, a smile set on your lips.

“You are the best thing it could possibly happen to me, Tooru” his eyes dazzle while wiping your tears with the back of his hand. Both of you restrain yourselves from becoming a crying mess, slowing down your breathing. 

“Well... are you gonna invite me in? Or are we staying here the rest of the night?” you cock your eyebrows making Oikawa smirk playfully at you. He observes you, but his gaze looks ...darker.

“So many things we could do here, tho” he leans , pressing your body against the wall, trapping you between his arms. You feel his chest against yours and notice how bulkier his forearms look now. You manage to collect all your self-control and keep a playful mood. 

“Tooru” you whisper bowing closer to his ear “Iwaizumi, Makki and Mattsun are coming here in about 2 hours,” 

“Are those 3 coming too?... You guys are awesome” his face displays a big smile and shiny eyes. Is he really that shocked that his friends are coming to see him?  “In that case, love,  we should make most of the time we have left” His husky voice promises so many things, sending shivers through your body. You are genuinely surprised how easy he shifts his moods. 

“I like the idea. Maybe, after you  help me unpacking, hmm?” 

“That won’t take long, isn't it?”Oikawa hums in your neck  

“Well I’m making a whole semester here, I think I brought plenty of stuff” you coo, Oikawa steps back and his eyes glisten in delight. He takes a look at your suitcases noticing for the first time how big they are and hurries to take them in his apartment. 

“That’s just the best news I’ve heard so far. You’re making this day better and better (Y/N)” Oikawa’s hand holds yours tightly as he closes the door. “You make me so happy, babe, I’m really lucky...thank you...for ev-” One of your fingers presses his lips, you  lean on your feet to reach his cheek, planting a gentle kiss

 “ Anything for you, I love you Tooru. Happy birthday”

It is  almost a week late but I had to do something for his birthday. 

Here are some other things I made about Oikawa (⊃‿⊂) .  Ahhhhhh I’m still new to this

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[amane-by-together]

Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 4/5

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama and a bit of fantasy

summary: in which the yugi twins, kou minamoto and sousuke mitsuba went to find [name]

"The night without a single starlight, the path we walked on is lonely and regretful"

It was around 7:15 am when Amane woke up from his bed. He scratched his messy hair while looking at Tsukasa hugging his pillow with a tiny drool on the side of his lips. The older twin hopped off the bed as he made his way to his sleeping brother. “Oi Tsukasa, wake up we have to leave early!”

“Five more minutes” Tsukasa groaned against the pillow he was hugging. Amane's eyes twitched in annoyance. Yesterday, Tsukasa was the one pestering his older brother about being excited on the upcoming trip.

Amane lets out an exaggerated sigh, he smacked the back of his brother's head. “Ow! What the—” Tsukasa opened his eyes and rubbed the back of his head pouting. “I'm up!”

“Good.” Amane walks away from their room and went straight to the bathroom. Tsukasa rubbed the back of his head to soothe the pain. He stood up and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

The shower room was a bit steamy since Amane activated the heater to produce hot water. He sighed, water droplets begin to trickle down from his hair to his skin. Amane placed his hands against the wall in front of him, his hair looked damped as it continues to drip droplets of water like rain.

Amane stepped out of the shower whilst wrapping a towel around his torso. He grabbed another towel to dry his hair and draped it around his neck for a little while.

After drying himself, Amane puts on his undergarments, then his oversized black shirt tuckdd in to his black cargo pants. He grabbed a belt and buckled it to his pants. Finally, he grabbed his white hoodie with a silhouette of a rocket ship as a design and puts it inside his bag.

“Tsukasa, are you done?” Amane asked, grabbing his black backpack nearby and putting on one of its straps.

Tsukasa came out, he's wearing a grey shirt with striped sleeves that has a smiley face on it. He's wearing black shorts, he doesn't like anything that covers his legs. “Yeah, I'm done!”

“Mitsuba and the Minamoto kid must be waiting for us.” Amane beckoned him to go downstairs to the doorway to change their shoes. “If we don't go early, we wouldn't be able to find her. [name] said to meet her in 5:53 pm so let's go!”

“We need some food too, Amane!” Tsukasa went to the kitchen and grabbed two packs of Lays. He stuffed it inside Amane's backpack. “Okay, that's all!”

‘I was gonna say that we're gonna eat in a fast food restaurant but that works I guess.’ Amane puts on his black chonky-soled boots. “Let's go.” he stood up as the twins went out of their house, starting their quest to find [name].

“We just have to ride two trains towards Sanaol Academy.” Mitsuba mentions. “We don't have to waste four hours of getting there.”

Kou looked over to Amane and sweatdropped. “Senpai, why are you dressing so casually? I thought we're supposed to find [name]?” he said.

“He's going to flex his fashion sense for [name].” Mitsuba smugs at Amane earning a smack from the latter, the pink haired boy is known for being a cocky bastard and a tease especially to his close friends.

“Let's go to the train station.” Amane tells the three boys who were glancing all over the place. They nodded as they followed Amane towards the nearest station to take the train towards Yokohama to [name]'s school.

The train ride took longer than they thought it would be. Tsukasa was sitting on one of the seats while texting with someone on the phone. Mitsuba and Kou were sleeping next to each other during the ride. As for Amane, he remained standing, clinging on one of the handles next to Tsukasa's seat.

Amane was listening through his headphones while scrolling through his phone. The train stopped for the people who are going to leave and the people who are going inside.

Amane has his eyes on his phone that he didn't even realize that the train was crowding with people. A certain girl wearing a fluffy jacket with a crop top underneath and a pair of cargo pants passed by the standing boy.

Then, he heard a sound that made his eyes widen. Amane looked over to the person who just passed by but they were already gone. “Amane?” Tsukasa called. “What are you looking at?”

Amane shook his head. “That was nothing.” he replied flatly.

What he did not know is that it was [name] who passed by.

Amane fell asleep while hanging on to one of the handles in the train. The train halted to its next stop making his eyes flutter open. He pulled out his phone from his pocket. “It's noon already.” he mentions.

“Wake them up.” Amane covered his mouth to yawn as he beckons Tsukasa to wake Mitsuba and Kou since they arrived to Yokohama.

The four of them stepped out of the train. Amane looked around for the person who passed by him that triggered a sound. He furrowed his eyes in confusion and shook his head. “You three want something to eat?”

“I mean, we’re hungry anyways of course we want to.” Mitsuba cocked an eyebrow at Amane as if the answer is obvious that they were hungry because of the train ride. Amane looked over to his phone, then pointed at the distance.

“There’s a fast food restaurant that we can go to.” He pointed out.

“Then what the hell were we waiting for? New Year? Let’s go!” Mitsuba waves his hands towards Kou and Tsukasa who were admiring the tall buildings and the roaming transportations. The four boys started to walk their way to a nearby restaurant. 

After ordering their food from the counter, the four of them took some seats by the window. “Now that we’re here, when do we start looking?” Kou unwrapped the wrapper that was around the burger, then took a bite from it. “You said we’ll start by going to Sanaol Academy”

“After we eat I guess.” Amane sipped on the cherry soda he was drinking, looking at the window deep in thought. He was kind of nervous of meeting [name] like he wanted to make a good impression of her. “Hmm, what should I say when we meet?”

“Give her a pick up line!” Mitsuba suggested with a cocky grin but it turned into a look of disgust after that. “But not the corny ones of course. Ew.”

“Yeah, Amane!” Tsukasa added, agreeing with Mitsuba's idea. Truth to be told, Amane is a pretty charming guy and everything about him is godly so they're sure that he can initiate a pick up line. “Tell us your best pick up line!”

Amane slowly raised his hand and awkwardly smiled. “Hi...?”

Mitsuba sat there judging Amane with a look of disgust and cringe. Tsukasa's eyes twitched and he looked like he was gonna rant out on how he should make a pick up line. “Amane, you're never gonna have a girlfriend if you stick with that.”

And so when they got out of the restaurant, Mitsuba and Tsukasa gave Amane a lecture about flirting with girls. You can't blame him though, he doesn't have any experience with girls so he has poor knowledge about it. “Maybe you two shouldn't pressure Senpai like that.” Kou worriedly looks at Amane. “Just say hi and smile at her, talk about your backgrounds and stuffs.”

Amane smiled and ruffled his junior's blonde hair. “Thanks, kid.”

“Oi!” Mitsuba whirled around to the two. “We're here in Sanaol Academy.” he pointed out to the gate of the school.

Amane's heart quickened in nervousness, could it be that he was finally meeting [name] behind those letters?

The choppy haired boy saw a girl going out from the school, he decided to go and ask her of she knew [name]. “Ah, excuse me.” Amane called the girl.

“Yo!” she greeted back with a quirkful grin. “Whaddya need?”

“Do you know someone named [name] [surname]?” Amane asked while twiddling his fingers.

“[name]-san?” the girl rubbed her chin to think and then her eyes lit up when she knew. “Oh yes! She's from my dance class!”

“[name]-san is a dancer?” Amane tilted his head.

“Yeah, she takes dancing lessons after school.” She grabbed a lollipop and plopped it inside her mouth. “But she left an hour ago after the practice.”

“Oh.” Amane felt like he was relying on false hope.

“Are you perhaps her boyfriend?”

Mitsuba let out a plfft sound, Tsukasa tried his best not to utter an 'oop' and Kou stood there wondering what the hell is going on. Amane's face turned red till the tips of his ears. “N-No! I-I'm just her friend, that's all—”

“Drop the cap, Amane.” Tsukasa cocked his head and raised his enclosed fist. “We been knew you have a thing for her—”

“Tsukasa I swear—”

“But I think I know wheres she's heading.” The girl interrupted the two twin boys from talking. “[name]-san is always heading towards that abandoned ferris wheel that she's talking about.”

‘The ferris wheel that I keep seeing in my dream and the postcard!’

“Do you know where this ferris wheel is?” Amane handed her the postcard which contains the picture of the ferris wheel.

“It wasn't that far but it wasn't that near either, I'll let you borrow my bike for that matter. Oh and my name is Yiren.”

Yiren told Amane which way he should go to the ferris wheel. The choppy haired boy nodded at every word she says. “...And then you'll see the ferris wheel.”

“That's a long way to go...” Kou commented.

Amane gets on the bike and looked at the three. He gripped on to the handle and then sets his foot down for a moment. “Tsukasa, I'll go find [name]-san, you guys should go ahead.”

“Yiren-san, thank you.” And so Amane started to pedal towards his destination to find [name].

“So that guy was [name]-san's pen pal.” Yiren smiled, crossing her arms. She looked over to the three and grinned. “Wanna go to the arcade?”

“This is a pretty bumpy ride.” Amane kept his balance steady since he's going down to a steep hill. The sky suddenly turned into a mixture of pink, purple and orange, giving it a sunset vibe. The way the wind blows against his hair as it lifted his bangs up.

Amane tried hoisting his head up to get a better look until he saw something lose his balance.

The ferris wheel.

Amane wobbled as if he was going to fall at any moment but ended up falling off the bike. He rolled down to the grassy hill, writhing in pain at the impact. Then, it stopped.

“Ahck!” Amane hissed at the pain. There was a bruise on his arm because of the fall. He couldn't get up and felt tears pricking from his eyes.

Why was he chasing someone so far? Why was he desperate to find [name]? He was almost there, almost to the ferris wheel, almost there to meeting her.

But Amane wouldn't give up that easily.

He wouldn't give up because he loves [name], and he'd come so far for looking for her.

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[ripspaghet]

bff | 06

↳ series m.list | 00 | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | ongoing

→ pairing: yoongi x reader

→ word count: 5,860

Prologue Summary; Your best friend's boyfriend takes an unhealthy interest in you and just as he shows up something from your past starts to creep up on you again. Could this strange and mysterious man have something to do with it? And should you trust him, or your instincts to run far, far away from him?

→ warnings: angst, swearing, cheating, self hate, trauma

Gone. Gone again. Anytime he feels he's gotten closer to unearthing the melody it slips from his fingertips, like water. It would all be so much easier if he didn't have this desire, this want. Every time it's silent he feels there's this void, something gaping within him, and life begins to feel dismal - yet, he still finds himself here, in this dark and desolate place that doesn't belong to him. A single red light aluminates in the darkness and he's left with no choice but to approach, shatter the glass, and enter. It isn't until screeching alarms pull in attention that he truly realizes that this place is not his own. Invaded. Breached. Ransacked. He's an unwelcome guest - although, these simple facts don't stop him. They pull him in, glass crunching beneath his shoes as he takes a seat. Fear and adrenaline suffocate the darkness looming around him, screaming that he is not wanted. He just needs to remember it. His fingers run along with the ivory keys, the smooth melody of the first five notes flowing into each other, only for an eerie pause of silence to follow. He lets his fingers slip from the keys. It's useless.

A soft echo of notes makes his eyes open.

He turns, looking for where the tune originated - but there's nothing, no one as far as the eye can see in this dense cloud of darkness. Nothing but the alarm filters through.

It's been exactly a day since it happened. The way your nerves are making your heart quake has, if nothing else, increased with time. You've been utterly restless - pacing around your dorm, spacing out while staring at the chipped paint of your white walls, and picking at hangnails excessively. You know you're going to have to face this. Otherwise, the rug will be pulled out from under you when you least expect it. It's safe to say you'd rather be the one pulling the rug, then be the one standing on it, waiting anxiously for your inevitable downfall.

You knock on the door about five times before it finally opens, making way to the threshold beyond it and a pair of pleasantly surprised eyes. Her gaze makes your stomach drop, so you opt for studying the interior details of her apartment. It's spacious and open, natural light pouring in from just about every nook and cranny. It suits her, she's never been one for reciting in the dark - despite her, more often than not, glaring gaze.

"____," She opens the door wider, "I didn't know you were coming, I would've made food if you called. Come in." You oblige, taking off your coat as you enter the apartment, the smell of scented candles, and floral encasing you in a spring time-capsule. You hang your coat on the rack next to the door. "It's been so stressful since the new semester started, we've barely had any time to hang out." You follow her into the kitchen after removing your shoes. "Work has been crazy too, you remember that kid that kept coming in and ripping the flowers off their stems?" She circles the center bar, making her way to the fridge and pulling out a pitcher of what you presume to be tea as she pours it into a glass, "Well, the manager refuses to ban him. He blames me for allowing the kid to destroy our merchandise." She slides the glass to you, "You prefer it cold, right?" She sighs, "That manager, such a prick. I'm really considering quitting if this keeps up." Remaining silent you watch as she fiddles with her own glass as she rambles, "I didn't mean to neglect our friendship or anything. It's just between all this and...Yoongi," Your stomach drops and your ears go fuzzy. You don't hear much of what she says, swearing you're about to barf up the chicken you'd had for lunch not all that long ago. Her voice lowers as if she's afraid someone might be listening in, "He's being so strange, showed up h-"

"Mina, I need to talk to you about something." You don't dare meet her eyes, you keep them downcast on the dewdrops of condensation rising on the glass of your untouched drink. She falls silent, the air around you becoming heavy. With a sigh, you take a seat at the bar but still neglect to touch the tea in front of you. Mina moves to take the seat next to you, still silent, observing your exhausted expression. "Listen, about Yoongi - I don't really know how to say this, so, I'll just say it. He k-"

You're startled into a flinch as fumbling footsteps followed by a loud crash of glass and fuck knows what else, cuts you off. As you turn your head, a lanky body stumbles out of the hallway into the kitchen, their back to you and Mina as a harsh swear makes your breath hitch. Dirt and glass is now spread out across the marble floor in a messy display and Mina moves quickly while you remain in your seat, watching as she rushes with worried words, "Are you okay? Did you cut yourself?" 

As if you hadn't already realized, your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, heart slamming up into your throat as his dark hair falls over his brows and shifts ever so slightly with the tilt of his head, "I'm fine, " His dark eyes never leave you as Mina scans him for injuries, "your plant, not so much."

"I'll get the broom." Mina saunters off, leaving you alone with the source of your guilty conscience - you're dripping with it, a metaphorical layer of sweat against your skin that's almost suffocating.

"____-"

"Don't."

"Got it! Yoongi, hold this for me."

His mouth is quick to clamp shut as he takes the dustpan that's shoved into his chest, his eyes darting away from you, "Yeah, sure."

Mina works quickly as always, swiping the dark potting soil up into the yellow pan that Yoongi holds steady. Nervously, you shift your gaze away from the two and pick up your tea to take a large gulp.

This is going up in flames. How are you supposed to tell her with him here? You don't want to be- No, you shouldn't be caught up in this. You should have never let it happen…

"There," Mina's voice pulls your attention back up, "I'll-"

"No, I've got it." His hand lightly brushes her wrist before he turns to dispose of the dirt. The gesture is small enough to convince you that neither of them really noticed it - just a natural loving touch, nothing unusual - though, it's enough to make you look away again.

"____? Are you alright?"

Your breath hitches and you have to force the hard expression on your face to loosen, "I'm f-fine." They are together, happy, maybe even in love. He hasn't said a word to her about any of it, yet, he wasn't alone in the act. You could've stopped him. You could've pushed him away, should've told him no. She's your best friend and you let him-

"What was it you were saying? Something about Yoon-"

"Nothing," You force a big smile, "I think I was just a bit worried about you. As you said, we haven't made time for each other lately."

"Oh, " Her lips purse, "we should make time for each other soon then."

How selfish are you? Never in your life have you thought of yourself as a horrible person. But now? Your skin is crawling with self-loathe. Every time you meet Mina's gaze your stomach drops - not because of what happened, but because of how it made you feel. The images that run rampant in your head shouldn't be there. It's all the worse that there was no lust driving your actions - there was a deep-rooted desire, an intoxicating burning beneath your skin that makes you dizzy just thinking about it. A passionate fire had dwindled to life beneath your ribcage. It should make you sick. You should be repulsed at the mere thought. "I should get going now. I don't want to intrude on your couple time. I'll see you in class."

"You don't-"

"Call or text if you need me."

The hallway is clustered with people, bumping shoulders with you as you drag yourself along. Maybe it's best you act like it never happened, that Mina remains happy and not miserable knowing the man she is in love with kissed her best friend...and that her best friend allowed it - kissed him back even. And maybe you deserve this dreadful feeling that's swelling inside, growing larger day by lousy day.

You stop abruptly, a student behind you swearing at you for making them walk around. You don't know why you've stopped, don't know what urges you to turn your head but, never the less, you do. You blink at the letters next to the door. Shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you peek through the small door window. It's tantalizing, filling you with more anger than any remorse. You let this thing, this object, control you. Your every move and action revolves around running from it and for what?

Before you can convince yourself otherwise you're yanking the door open and marching in, heading straight for the ivory keys sat on the opposite side of the music room. How could you be afraid of something so ridiculous? It's pathetic. You plop down on the bench, eyes set to kill as your fingers naturally fall into the correct posture. And with a soft and steady exhale of air, your fingers slowly ignite, brushing along the keys with a fevered nostalgia.

'Prélude no.25 in C sharp minor, Op.45', a piece you once knew like the back of your hand. The memories of it still linger fresh in your mind, so much so that your hands could flow with the smoothness of the lilting notes even in your sleep. Your turmoil seems to whip and lash at your fingertips like a ravenous animal as the song crescendos, the tempo increasing with veracity and then it cuts through you, a sharp pain traveling up your right wrist and you yank your hands away. The room falls silent, nothing but the sounds of birds chirping outside and the wind whistling. Your eyes sting with unshed tears and you can't help but slam your foot into the floor out of frustration.

"____?"

Your breath catches in your throat, fear falling in the pit of your stomach as you turn your head.

"What are you doing in here?"

The sight of Jimin's blonde hair and worried eyes only calms you a little. You'd worried that maybe someone else had found you here, but it being him wasn't exactly any better. "I just-" You turn to look back down at the piano, your brows knit together, "I don't know."

"Come on," Jimin is quick to make his way over to you, yet you don't turn back to face him - even when he wraps his hand around your wrist and gently pulls it up to inspect, "you shouldn't do this to yourself." You turn slowly, reluctant to face anyone at such a vulnerable moment, but you manage to frown at him as the pad of his thumb traces soothing patterns into your skin. His hair is swept neatly across his forehead, a soft smile plays on his lips that doesn't meet his eyes, "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts every day, Jimin." You turn away, "You know that."

"You're strong ____."

You flinch, not expecting him to say that, of all things.

"After everything that's happened, I've never known you to give up. So, stop putting yourself down." He pauses, coming to sit beside you but never letting your wrist go, "I know you can't play anymore, but your talent doesn't just exist within a piano. It's a lot more than that." Still refusing to meet his gaze, you begin picking at a hangnail, "Here," He lets your hand go and you briefly glance over to see what he's doing just as he holds a small yellow sucker out to you, "it's lemon flavored."

You glance down at the thing held up to your face, "Why-"

"You like lemonade, right?" He smiles, eyes twinkling, "Hurry and take it, we have to get to class before you're late again."

You snatch the candy from him, sniffling in annoyance, "What am I? A five-year-old?"

"You don't have to be a child to enjoy the sweeter things in life."

You abruptly plop down into your chair between Mina and Jimin, exhaling dramatically as you do. If only it'd all been a dream and you could just forget it. How many times have you thought that now? Were you in the Hundreds now? Thousands?

"Everything alright?"

Like clockwork, you sputter nervously under Mina's gaze, "Ah, yeah, just tired. Must be insomnia or something."

"Insomnia?" Jimin raises an eyebrow and tilts his head to look at you, "Do you have that?"

"Yes? No? Maybe? I'm not a doctor. Where is the professor?" Both of them turn their attention to the front of the class, seemingly not taking notice of your jumpy behavior. Though, you're sure Jimin did. He just knew when it was time to leave you be.

"Oh, that, " Mina nibbles on her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling, "Professor Lee caught some nasty bug over the weekend."

"I fail to see why that would make you smile like a little school girl that just wet herself."

She scowls at Jimin, "The professor asked a former student of his to teach the class until he returns."

What?

"Oh, wow, so Loverboy is subbing just so he can stare at your toxic face all day? I don't buy it. He must be into guys."

"Excuse me?"

You think you're about to vomit up your breakfast.

"He finds me cute and couldn't get enough."

"He absolutely does not!"

Please, for the love of all that's good in this world.

"Told me himself."

"Stop making shit up, Park!"

"As soon as you stop buzzing in my ear, you fly."

"I am not a fly! You-"

The classroom door slams and you jump in your seat, making both Jimin and Mina turn to you questioningly as you squeeze your eyes shut in denial. Slow footsteps make their way to the front of the lecture hall and the echo of them makes you cringe.

There is absolutely no way the universe hates you enough to-

"Hello, my name is Min Yoongi, a music producer and a former student of Professor Lee's. Unfortunately, the Professor is bedridden and has asked me to substitute for the time being, let's get along well."

Never mind, the universe doesn't hate you - it loathes you. You'd think that after everything you'd have no trouble avoiding him. Hell, you thought that he'd do the same, but you suppose Min Yoongi isn't going to be giving you any breaks anytime soon.

You let your head fall from your hands and slam into the desk beneath you with a concerningly loud thud.

"Woah, are you alright?" Jimin places a hand on your shoulder and you miserably slug away from him.

"Don't touch me."

The class drags on like a snail and you've sat here long enough to, staring at a head of dark hair, try to hex the man it belongs to about a thousand times - give or take. You've yet to see a beehive fall from the ceiling and send him running home though.

When the bell finally does ring you're not even granted the semblance of running out yourself as Mina cuts you off, "I'm having my birthday party early this year."

"Oh, really? When is it?" You keep your head down as the two of you mosey along, closer and closer to the front of the classroom.

"Tomorrow at my place."

You nod, more focused on escape than anything else.

"It was going to be on my birthday week, but Yoongi and I made plans together for the day of my birthday. We're going to-"

"That's great Mina. I'm sure the two of you will have a great time together." You force a smile as if your life depends on it, "Say, what time is the party?"

"Oh," Mina laughs with realization as you inwardly sigh with relief at the welcomed change of subject, "it's at eight."

"Great."

Mina bounces over to the exit with excitement, "You'll be there?"

"Of course." You force another smile as you follow after her.

Almost there, almost home free.

"Great, I'll see you then."

You nod again at the threshold, watching as Mina waves back to you.

"____, I need to speak with you."

You freeze, a deadly chill rushing down your spine. "No, thanks." You wave behind you, not turning back as you continue with your escape.

"It's about your test."

You freeze again, your eye twitching at your lack of luck today, "I'm in a real rush, I can't-"

"Come here, now."

Fuck the universe, that vindictive bitch. 

Reluctantly, you turn and make your way back towards the center of the desk you had passed by with ease not all that long ago, "You failed your last test. Professor Lee informed me that you need to retake it, or you'll fail this class."

You keep your eyes directed on the wall behind him, not once sparing him a proper glance, "Okay, I'll find a tutor and-"

"There's no available tutors, because it's exam season. I told Professor Lee I'd handle this, so I'll be teaching you."

Your eyes are quick to dart to his now, "No!"

His fingers tap against the desk and they draw your attention as his eyes narrow in on you, "This has nothing to do with-" He pauses, letting out a steady breath of air and you lift your gaze back to his. Rather than being irritated or annoyed, as you expect, your surprised to find that he looks super uncomfortable, maybe even anxious, "our relationship outside of this room. And might I remind you that this test is half this semester's grade. You'll only fail again without proper help." You grit your teeth, holding back your protests. You hate to admit this, but he's right - again. "Starting next week come here after you've finished all your classes. I will be in the office grading papers. And-" He slides something across the desk to you, "your laptop, you left it."

You grab your laptop quickly before turning to leave, all the while not uttering another word to Yoongi.

The bathroom mirror is fogged over completely - except for a small spot that you've whipped at in order to dab foundation onto your neck, thoroughly painting over the purple and yellow discoloration on your skin. You juggle with your phone in your other hand, holding it to your ear, "I just- hear me out?"

"Why should I? I don't like her, so the answer is no. End of conversation."

"Please? I don't want to go alone."

"Why not? It's not like it's going to be a fun party. Doubt there will even be alcohol."

"You-"

"Get out of here already!"

"Shit," You begin shoving your makeup back into your bag, fumbling with your phone in the process.

"Listen, I know you've been having a hard time lately but there's no way in hell I'm-"

"Fine! Don't go! It's not like I need you there or anything!" You slam the bathroom door shut behide you, sure to piss off your roommate, who is washing shampoo from her hair.

"Don't be like that, ____. You know she wouldn't even want me-" Throwing your bag over your shoulder you pull the phone away from your ear and hang up. After all the things Jimin has put you through, he can't even do you the smallest of favors. You stomp over to your dorm room door, storming out into the hallway, and down the stairs. You shove the glass door to your complex open, letting the cold wind blow tangles into your freshly brushed hair as you stride toward the Lift driver that's been waiting for you at the curb for the past thirty minutes. Under normal circumstances, you'd apologize to the driver for making them wait, but as you've established, time and time again, these are not normal circumstances. As you buckle your seat belt the driver takes off, drifting at about thirty on the speedometer.

A heavy sigh falls off your lips and you lean your head against the window as the first ticks of rain make contact with the transparent glass. Your phone buzzes in your lap and you glance down at it. You half expected it to be a text from Jimin, although the notification is from an unknown number.

Message from Unknown Number-8:32pm: Let me make up for lost time. Please, answer your phone.

You begin typing only to be cut off by another buzz.

Message from Unknown Number-8:33pm: Don't try telling me I've got the wrong number. Jimin gave it to me.

You scowl down at the small screen before abruptly turning off your phone. You curse Jimin as you shove the phone into your bag.

"Thought you said you weren't going to come."

He fiddles with the ends of his hair, all the while avoiding your gaze, "Well, Jungkook agreed to come along so-"

"You can be a real jerk sometimes, you know that?"

Sighing, Jimin leans against his younger friend, but Jungkook's attention seems to lie elsewhere as he completely ignores the two of you, "You know how I feel about Mina."

"Yeah," You turn to see what's got Jungkook so preoccupied, "and you know how I feel about parties." Across the room you spot Mina and Yoongi. The two are conversing rather aggressively and you inhale sharply, barely managing to remind yourself that it's normal for Mina to blow things out of proportion and it's probably nothing. You don't need to worry. You force your attention back to Jimin.

"I have no idea how you feel about anything nowadays. You're-"

"I swear I'm never doing anything for that she-devil again."

You turn to see a rather annoyed Seokjin now standing behind Jungkook, with a large birthday cake in hand. 

Raising an eyebrow, you tilt your head, "What are you doing here?"

He looks away from Jungkook, who is now laughing at his elder's misfortune, "I was conned."

"Ah," You nod and point at the cake, "she made you bake that?"

Jimin shakes his head, "What a shame you let her walk all over you."

"Yeah," Seokjin rolls his eyes before glaring over in Mina's direction, "it's too quiet in here. I'm going to start some music."

You watch Seokjin make his way over to a speaker and then leave for the kitchen. The smell of birthday cake tickles your nose now as the sound of soft pop music lulls the small crowd of people in the apartment space.

"God, this is boring."

"Beyond boring."

Those two seem to be unable to keep their moping to themselves since you arrived, although you haven't paid them all that much attention. You're more concerned with how you're going to avoid eating cake later on. You hate overly sweet things with a passion and Mina's cake is sure to taste like a sugar rush.

"We should liven it up a bit."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"How about it ____?" You drag your gaze away from a frowning Mina to glance over at Jimin, who's holding a plate full of crumbs that were previously covered in chips. Jungkook stands next to him, bordly munching on some handmade snack you couldn't remember the name of. The two of them refused to stay anywhere that wasn't right beside the snack table. You guessed since there wasn't any alcohol, they were making do with what's available.

"Can you two behave until the candles are blown out? I don't wanna hear Mina yelling until I've already told her my excuse to leave."

Jungkook nods, "Understandable,"

"I suppose I'll wait."

You just want to go home and get some more sleep, you couldn't care less what these two goons had up their sleeves. Yes, you want Mina to have a good birthday, but you can only maintain your act for so long while around her. Faking isn't your strong suit.

"Oh, God,"

"Wha-Oh,"

You glance back over at the two of them to see that they're staring across the room. Jimin is frowning, while Jungkook looks as if his whole life is flashing before his eyes. You turn to see what it is, only to find yourself wishing you never did.

"____! There you are! You sly fox, you. I've been looking for you everywhere."

Your stomach drops, "Who told him?"

Jimin scowls as his friend makes his way over to you, "It definitely wasn't me."

"Sorry, ____. He promised me he wouldn't come if I told him." Jungkook scoots away from you out of fear of your wrath.

The guy approaching you is quick to move to your side, placing an arm around your waist. You're sure to send Jungkook the deadliest of glares that has him cowering behind a now, rather aggravated Jimin.

"Tae, what are you doing here?" You almost choke as you force a smile onto your face.

He pulls you closer to him, a smirk playing on his lips, "I heard from a little birdy that you'd be here." 

As a strong urge to knee Jungkook in the crouch starts to settle in, you grit your teeth, forcing yourself to bear it and not cause a scene.

"Yah, Taehyung, who do you think you are, clinging to my best friend like that?" Jimin's brows have shot up in question as he stares Taehyung down with accusing eyes.

His arm doesn't leave you, though you can feel him stiffen under Jimin's intimidating gaze, "I-"

"If you want your dick sucked find some other girl to do it."

Taehyung frowns, "Jimin, I'm not-"

"Taehyung, " You pat his shoulder, gaining the attention of all three boys' in the process, "how about you go get me a drink from the kitchen?"

He looks back and forth between you and Jimin, slightly suspicious before nodding, and heading off.

Jimin scoffs, "The nerve of him."

"I'm going to get some fresh air. Tell him I went to the restroom or something. Also, try to keep from fighting. Like I said earlier-"

"Yeah, yeah, you don't want to ruin Mina's birthday party. Blah, blah, blah."

"Jimin," You glare, "I'm serious."

"Alright, " He groans, rolling his eyes, "I'll stop. Just go before that horny baboon gets back and tries humping your leg."

You roll your eyes but nod never the less. Jungkook whispers another sorry to you as you walk past them towards the apartment door. You only wave him off, not caring enough to bother with his inability to keep a secret. You're too tired and honestly just wish you could go home. You mean, you could go home with the excuse of, "I started feeling sick." Which wouldn't be a complete lie - thanks to Taehyung. You know Mina wouldn't fall for it though.

Luckily, her apartment is on the bottom floor and it doesn't take you long to make your way outside. The warmth from the building's heater almost seems to melt off your skin in the chilled air. It's only around dinner time, but you suspect the sun has begun to set behind the rain clouds, due to the darkness that has started settling over the city. Your steps are small as you watch your breath puff out into a cold cloud passed your chapped lips. Fiddling with the sucker that still rests in your pocket, you shut your eyes and listen to the downpour that assaults the sidewalk. You hadn't planned on being so weak, so vulnerable. After all these years you'd hoped that maybe you would've grown stronger by now - but you feel weaker than ever.

An exaggerated sigh startles you and your eyes snap open. 

His back is to you as rain showers down onto the awning above, black shoes resting in a puddle on the curb of the street as he stares at cars zipping by. You've never noticed before, but the rainy weather compliments his skin. You find your eyes lingering on the pads of his fingers and the blue veins below red knuckles - a perfect contrast of colors. Really, you know better than to approach him. You know better than to go anywhere near him - but, knowing better doesn't stop you from making your way over to him with a misplaced sense of determination as he reaches into his pocket, nor does it keep you from plopping down next to him as he places the retrieved object between his velvety lips.

He pauses his actions to glance over at you curiously. You frown at him before reaching up and plucking the purple lighter from his left hand, "What are you-"

You shove the lighter into your pocket, exchanging it with your sucker. You know you'll never eat it, might as well put it to good use. You hold it out to him, "You should replace bad habits with healthy habits."

He turns away with a scoff, nibbling on his lower lip - an obvious attempt to keep himself from smiling, "That isn't particularly healthy."

You glance at the sucker, "No, but it's better than what you had before." Nudging the candy into his now empty hand you purse your lips.

Reluctantly, he takes the cigarette away from his mouth and slides it back into its pack, "So, you're talking to me again?"

"No," You stare at him as his long fingers unwrap the yellow sucker and plop it into his mouth.

"Then what do you call this?"

You look away, opting to stare at the wet asphalt and listen to the constant pitter-patter of the rain, "Why were you and Mina fighting?"

Silence falls over the two of you for a moment before he sighs and rolls the stick of the sucker along his tongue, "She wants me here while I need to be elsewhere."

"It's her birthday party."

"Yeah," He snaps, eye sharpening as they flicker over to you, "I told her a month before she planned it what days I'd have work. She did this on purpose."

"Why would she-"

"Because she thinks I'm cheating on her with my coworker." The words are spat bitterly, the sound of the sucker cracking between the tension of his teeth. Your lips clamp shut and you look away from him. Why are you getting involved? You're only making things messier for yourself. "She's not all that wrong, though. I guess I deserve this."

Your head whips back over, "W-what? Are you cheating with a coworker?"

He turns to look at you, brows furrowed, "What? No, I-" He pauses then shakes his head, deciding against it and laughs, "Why are you here ____?"

You glance around, "I-Uh-Mina said I had to come and I-"

His head tips forward, dark hair falling over his lashes, "No, why are you here, with me."

"Oh," You watch the rain as it begins to slow, "I'm not sure."

"Thought you hated me."

"I should." You grit your teeth in annoyance.

"But you don't." Rather than it being a question, it's more of a statement, as if he already knows exactly how you feel.

You don't say a word, you just blink over at his side profile, heart thudding against your ribcage.

He sighs, turning to look at you, "You and I, I know it isn't good. I know I should stay away from you and you do the same to me...but," His dark eyes trace your features, as if trying to memorize them, "I don't think-"

"Jimin! You asshole! Get out! You were never invited for this exact reason!" 

You both turn to see Jimin stumbling out of the apartment complex, Mina hot on his heels, "It's not my fault your party was boring!"

Shit.

"Shut up!" She lands a solid slap that echoes off the back of Jimin's neck and through the rainy streets.

"Fuck! Jungkook! Do something she's touched me! I'm infected!"

Jungkook isn't far behind the pair, seeing as a second later he's the next person to rush out onto the sidewalk. Mina shoves Jimin's chest and he barks with laughter as he stumbles back, "Are you a child?!"

"Sure, if that's what you want me to be."

"Jimin, come on, stop. ____ said to-"

"____ said what?! Is she the one who brought you?!"

Shit.

"What? No, I-"

Next to burst through the door is Taehyung, who is quick to step in between Mina and Jimin, "Really sorry about all this Mina. I'll escort Jimin home."

"You?!" Jimin laughs dryly, "Why? So you can have another go at ____?"

Taehyung's brows crease as he opens his mouth to speak, but when he glances over to see you sitting on the curb he shifts gears, "____! There you are!"

Fuck.

All of their heads turn to you, Jimin raising an eyebrow, Jungkook looking confused, and Mina narrowing her eyes at you as she assesses the fact that her boyfriend is sitting next to you.

"The fuck are you doing out here?" You can tell that her question is directed at Yoongi, only by the small shift of her eyes. Yoongi simply shakes his head and turns away to watch the cars again. 

Somewhere in all the commotion, Taehyung had made his way over to you, seeing as when he plops down next to you and snakes an arm around your waist you flinch, "Is this where you've been hiding?"

"For the love of God, Taehyung, if you don't-"

Jimin is cut off when Yoongi stands up, pulling you with him by the wrist, and glaring at Taehyung in such a way that he freezes on the curb - hands kept to himself. You fidget at the feeling of Yoongi's cold fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding your breath.  The group turns dead silent before you eventually pull away from Yoongi, taking your wrist back, "Taehyung, please take Jimin home."

"What?!" Jimin squawks at you, "You said you needed me-"

"And I should've just asked Jungkook instead." You're quick to cut Jimin off, glaring at him as if he'd just stepped on your toe.

"I can't believe this. I literally-"

"Aw, poor Park. First time getting dumped on a sidewalk?"

"Shut up!" The snarl takes all of you by surprise, even Mina takes a step back, mouth clamping shut.

"Jimin,"

Jimin's eyes shift back to you, flickering over to Taehyung, then Yoongi before settling back on you, "Are you going to tell me what's going on with you?"

"What's going on with me?" You scoff, "You're joking, right?"

"Well, other than the usual shit show you have going on." His words are harsh and they catch all of you off guard for a second time. Jimin tends to be blunt when he needs to be, yes, but never harsh, "I'm fed up, ____. You won't talk to me. You're just bottling it all up. You can't expect anything the change if you-"

"You're the one who gave Hoseok my number!"

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Cyber Sex||P.P

Pairing: Peter Parker × Reader

Warnings: Smutt(18+), Oral(Male and Female receiving), Masturbation, Swearing, Fluff and A Whole Lot of Awkwardness.

Summary: Michelle gives you an idea about filming yourself masturbating. You ask your best friend, Peter Parker to help you video it.

A/N: Yo, so I came up with this idea while listening to Cyber Sex by Doja Cat. Thanks for the follows and likes. Enjoy!!!

You sat in the cafeteria of Midtown High with your airpods stuffed in your ears listening to Cyber Sex by Doja Cat. You were addicted to the song from the first time you saw the video.

Everyone thought that you were stuck up but really your are just quiet and keep to yourself. The only people you let into your life was your friends Michelle, Ned and Peter. They were the only people that accepted your weird self.

"Hey bish. Listening to Cyber Sex again?" You pulled out your airpods.

"Ofcourse whore. I'm in love with this song and the video is great." You said pulling out your phone and replying to a few messages.

"Why don't you make a video that's similar to Cyber Sex?" Michelle suggested.

"That's crazy. And even if I do, who am I going to get to video it?" No one in their right mind would video someone masturbating. That's absurd.

"Get your bff to do it." She suggested with a smirk.

"You'll really do it?"

"No. I mean Peter." She suggested. Peter is your best friend but it would be too much to ask of him to video you. You had a crush on Peter. Who wouldn't. He is just so adorkable.

Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to ask him. He is a good guy maybe he will do it, or maybe he will be truly disgusted and never speak to you again. It's a risk you were going to take.

*****

You texted Peter and told him to come over. You didn't give him any reason. You put on one of his shirts that you stole and anxiously waited for him. Your parents were out on a date so this would be the perfect opportunity to do it.

Peter was nervous. He liked you too and was very inexperienced in this type of thing. He knew something was off when you told him to come over when your parents are out. You never did that because you never wanted the neighbours to think anything.

Peter arrived at your house at seven. He came into your room and found you sitting on your bed in nothing but your thong and his shirt. He couldn't deny how excited little Peter got(okay, not so little).

You had no idea how this simple action was turning him on. If we look at the facts, you both are nerds, barely any experience dating and totally oblivious to this kind of thing. Your panties were pooling with your wetness. Peter was just out on patrol so his hair was messy and slightly wet because he just took a shower.

"I need a favour." You croaked out. Your voice was shaky and soft. You had no idea how he was going to react and this could make your friendship awkward. "Can you video me masturbating with Cyber Sex playing in the background?" You bit your lip. It was a habit the you developed. When you were anxious you bit your lip.

That alone drove Peter crazy. His senses were of fire. He would be an idiot if he turned down your offer. All he has ever wanted to do was pin you down onto the mattress and watch you squirm and moan as he pounded into you. Although you didn't ask for sex, but he still got to watch you fuck yourself and cum.

"Okay." His answer suprised you. You thought that he would call you a slut and leave, never talking to you again. This made you happy. You handed him your phone and pressed play on the speaker. Cyber Sex by Doja Cat started to play. It was just loud enough to be recorded by the camera but it didn't drown out your moans.

You laid down flat on your back on your bed and spread your legs. You were nervous as fuck. You had never done this before. Sure, you had masturbated before but never on camera, and never with your best friend behind the camera. Why couldn't Peter be a girl.

"And action." You giggled at how seriously he was taking this. If you only knew how horny Peter was. He moved his sweats so you couldn't see his rock hard bulge. It would be too embarrassing for the both of you.

You slowly and sexily slid your panties down your legs and started playing with your clit. Peter gulped as soon as his eyes landed on your wet cunt. He felt the air get thicker and his cock started to hurt from being trapped in his pants.

You gently rubbed your clit and slowly inserted one finger into you. You pumped yourself and you hand slid under your shirt to play with your boobs. You were an average size. Maybe a B. You didn't have the biggest boobs but at least they were not plastic. Your moans and panting got louder as you approached your high. You slipped in another finger and shamelessly fucked yourself while your best friend recorded and watched.

The hair on Peter's neck was standing tall, so was his dick. It was becoming hard to hide his cock. He tried hard to not palm himself through his pants but he failed, miserably. You noticed what he was doing and you came loud.

"Oh fuck....Fuck Peter....ohh." Peter couldn't control himself anymore. He stood you phone against book on your table so that everything would still record. He watched as your hot cum leaked out of you. He wanted to taste it.

He kicked off his shoes and walked over to you. He smashed his lips to yours. This took you by surprise, but you didn't hesitate to kiss him back. He was inbetween your legs kissing the life out of you. He removed your shirt and you weren't even using a bra. His hands travelled down your body until they came in contact with your clit.

You arched your back when he skillfully rubbed and pinched your sensitive bud. His lips wandered down to your breast. His tongue nipped and sucked on your nipples. He kissed down your stomach until his lips reached your pussy. Peter stared at your heat as if it were the most tastiest thing he had ever seen. Peter looked at you, winking and licking his lips before diving in.

His tongue lapped in your juices. He savoured the taste of you, and slid two fingers in. You shamefully rid his tongue and fingers, enjoying every minute of it. Your toes curled as you hit your second orgasm, everything went white. When you came down from your high, Peter's mouth left your clit with a pop. You were breathing heavy as you slowly calmed yourself down.

You got up and stood on your knees, attaching you lips back on Peter's. You pulled his shirt off him, momentarily breaking the kiss. You hands wandered over his abs. They stopped at his bulge and you palmed him through his pants. He groaned into you mouth. You smirked against his lips, proud of the reaction you got out of him.

You pushed down his sweats and boxer briefs. He stepped out of them. You took his member in your hand and jerked him a few times. You licked a stripe on his lengthy cock. Peter threw his head back, enjoying the feeling of you jerking him off. You took him whole in your mouth and swirled your tongue on the tip of his dick. You had no idea where you learnt to do this but damn you were good.

You took him deep, you gagged a little when his dick hit the back of your throat. His hand fisted the hair at the back of your head as he bobbed your head back and forth. His hot cum shot down your throat. You let his dick fall from your mouth and wiped your lips with the back of your hand.

Peter, once again, pressed his lips to yours for a passionate kiss. "Do you trust me?" He asked staring deep into your eyes. "Yes. I do." You saw the twinkle in his brown orbs when you said that.

He pressed his lips against yours for a soft gentle kiss. He aligned himself with you. He knew you was a virgin, he himself was a virgin. He couldn't think of anyone else better to lose it to. You were the only girl he has had dreamed about like this.

He pushed himself into you, giving you time to adjust to his size. Peter was quite big, it was almost scary. He moved himself and then pulled out, watching your sweet pussy clench around fresh air. Maybe not so fresh air, the air in New York in polluted, it is everywhere, not the point.

He slammed back into you making you moan and your back arch. You couldn't help the sultry moans that left your lips.

"Fuck Pete. Right there. Fucking hell." You moaned as your walls clenched around him, squeezing him.

"So fucking tight princess. I love watching your pussy clench around my cock." He reached between your bodies and harshly rubbed your sensitive bud. Your eyes rolled back from the immense pleasure Peter was giving you.

"Pete, I'm gonna....I'm gonna cum." You managed to get out between your moans.

"Cum for me, baby." You released your juices all over Peter's cock. You almost blacked out, now that would be embarrassing. Peter came after, filling you up with his hot seed. Thankfully you were on the pill. He pulled out and collapsed next to you, out of breath.

"Y/N, I.." You cut him off. "I understand if you never want to talk to me again." You said covering yourself with your covers and looking down feeling ashamed.

"No. I like you, alot. We've been friends for ever. Will you be my girlfriend?" His boyish grin made you blush as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He didn't hesitate to hug you back. You felt safe in his arms, like you belonged there. Maybe you did.

"I like you too, Parker and yes, I'll be your girlfriend." You smashed you lips together for a sweet and passionate kiss and round two.

[cherry-ber]

Too drunk to fuck pt.9

Previous | Part one

Whatever that text was supposed to mean, you didn't care. You purposely ignored and avoided Mark the whole week, and after a few ignored messages, he gave up, and seemed to understand what you were probably thinking, every day Jaemin walked you home -because then you'd spend more time together than if he drove, he said- after a day in school with your new friends, and every day promised to be better than the last one. Friday came sooner than expected, and you got up earlier to dress extra special, tonight's dinner with Jaemin and your parents, although excited, made you incredibly anxious. So many things could go wrong.

When the classes were over, Jaemin was waiting for you outside of your classroom, holding your hand and giving you a sweet kiss as soon as he saw you. He carried your bag as you walked to his car, before you were home for dinner, he figured it would be nice to have a real first date, not a risky late night trip or an awkward meeting with your parents. He'd never done that, dating had never been important for him, he was too busy, and too invested with his deals and his friends, no time for girls and feelings at all, but he did a great job at planning, though. He took you to a museum, fair enough, you had to go as an assignment from Art class, but when you asked him to be your museum date, he was absolutely into it, then he took you to an ice cream parlor, a cute one, with the prettiest walls and decorations, and the best ice cream you've ever had. He took you flower picking, and to a park with lots of dogs being walked, and finally back home, just in time for you to be earlier than your parents. He greeted them politely, and your father was happy to see him again. Jaemin looked as handsome as he always did, but putting on his good boy persona, he looked softer and nicer than he usually did. His hair was pushed back, and he was wearing a light, baby blue sweater, that matched your baby blue, princess dress, your mom wasted no time mentioning how cute it was that you wore matching outfits, although it was actually a big casualty you did.

They had many, too many, questions for him. How you two met, how long you'd been friends, what classes you had together, what did the rest of your friends do, what did he want to do for a leaving, what were his plans after school. Jaemin handled every single question and gave an answer to every question that astonished your parents.

Jaemin's phone received a bunch of calls, he never picked up, arguing that if it were truly important, no one would really call him, but when your parents stood up the table for a couple minutes, and he finally had time to check his phone, all the calls were Mark's, but he left no message, and your date assumed it was, probably, not important at all. Usually, at least some months ago, on Fridays they'd be going to the abandoned warehouse, get drunk and have a race, or maybe they'd be shoplifting, attending their clients and playing dumb when they got caught, and although Jaemin, and the rest of his friends, knew it was bad, a tiny particle in his mind is telling him that he should be doing that right know. There's a part of them that has accepted the path they started walking so long ago, and it's a shame that they did, since the could be doing so much better.

After the food, and the awkward, intrusive, questions were out of the table, Jaemin suggested you went to Jeno's place again, and because you had no interest in staying home, you agreed, asked your parents permission to be home, and reluctantly they said yes, although you knew they agreed basically because Jaemin is too convincing, and too likeable.

He drove with the windows down, which made the chilly air play with his hair, giving him this absolutely attractive, messy hairstyle, and then all you wanted to do was to make him stop and kiss him while you ran your fingers through his hair. The annoying ringtone of your phone got your mind back to where you were sitting, and looking at the notification bar, you notice how many texts from Mark you got all day long, last one being received in thus exact moment.

“Friday, 7:15 a.m, Mark ♡:

hey”

“can we meet today?”

“Friday, 8:30 a.m, Mark ♡:

are you free after this period?”

“Friday, 9:48 a.m, Mark♡:

are you okay?”

“Y/N”

“???”

“Friday, 2:45 p.m, Mark♡:

are you at home”

“did I do something wrong?”

“Friday, 4:04 p.m, Mark ♡:

I think you hate me?”

“wait”

“you're with jaemin right?”

“Friday, 6:36 p.m, Mark ♡:

So i saw jaemin driving”

“And i was about to get close”

“and then i see you on the passenger side”

“you couldve replied, yk”

“Friday, 7:19 p.m, Mark ♡:

Ans know im fucking drunkk”

“fuck yOu”

“actually no”

“Friday, 8:58 p.m, Mark ♡:

hu sorry im liken really rly drunk”

“im at jenooossssss'”

“ypu should comeb too”

By the time you finished reading, it was too late, Jaemin had already parked, and when the men inside noticed, all of them, except Mark, came out to greet him, and when they saw you, they couldn't look happier. They urged you inside, but before you could get to the living room with them, Jeno stopped you and Jaemin.

“So, look, Mark is... Kinda sensitive right now” he looks into his direction, Mark sitting on the floor, with his head head resting on Renjun's lap, he's laughing and smiling and rubbing his hands on the carpet “I don't know what he had, he's drunk but, I think he might be high too”

Jaemin makes an effort to keep his annoyance unseen, remembering that every time Mark drinks, it's a mistake, a mistake that he's gonna have to solve.

“Just” Jeno knows, Jeno can read Jaemin like a book, and although he agrees that they shouldn't be the ones caring after his oldest friend, he can't let him alone whenever he needs them “don't mind him, he's saying weird shit, he's harmless”

Jeno sits in the couch next to Renjun, trying to block Mark's view of you, but when you walk in, holding Jaemin's hand, he loses it. His laugh is insanely loud, and it's almost scary, making Jaemin squeeze your hand harder between his, and he grabs someone's drink and takes it in a single sip, you can tell it was strong, because of the face he's making. Suddenly, everyone in the room is uncomfortable, waiting for someone to make the next move.

After minutes of staring at the wall in front of him, Mark stands up, tumbling when he does, and walks closer to you, stopping when you are just a few centimeters away from him. Jaemin reacts immediately, pushing Mark away from you, and putting himself between you two. Mark giggles, he looks innocent, and when you're about to apologize to him, that sweet look disappears.

“Are you really gonna let her get between us?” he asks jaemin, arrogance in his tone, and absolutely spiteful when he looks at you.

“You're drunk, go home” all eyes are on them both, but no one really dares to interfere.

“Is that all you're going to say?” he walks closer to Jaemin, and although he wishes that Mark doesn't do anything else, he's ready for whatever he tries “is that it, huh? I give you a home when you need it, a job, money, my time” he grabs Jaemin by the collar of his shirt “I let you into my life” Renjun rushes to you, dragging you out of the room, meanwhile Jeno and Donghyuck try to get Mark and Jaemin away from each other.

Everything happened too fast, and you can't even complain when Renjun walks you upstairs to Jeno's room and locks the door. You can hear the screaming from downstairs and there's nothing you can do to help. Your mom couldn't have possibly chosen a worst time to call, lying, you tell her that as soon as the movie you're watching is over, Jaemin will drive you back home.

Jisung and Chenle are leaving, after Renjun insisted that they shouldn't be there, although they are worried, they know there's not much they can do, and promise to be ready if something else happens, they say you goodbye from the porch, and offer to walk you home, but you know you can't leave just yet.

Jeno was successful in calming Jaemin down, but Mark wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted, Donghyuck and Renjun getting tired of dealing with him, but doing it anyway because the idea of what could come next was too scary. Jaemin unlocks the door, and brings you back down, with Jeno and himself protecting you from whatever Mark could try, going outside and into his car. Jeno apologizes to the both of you, and runs back inside.

Jaemin doesn't speak in the whole way back home, when he stops, he opens the door for you, walks you to the door, and says sorry when you open the door. You can only shake your head and give him a kind smile, hoping that he understands what you are trying to say. He drives away, but instead of going home, as you wished he did, he takes the way back to the mess, you watch him drive off, and you can only hope that things don't end up too bad.

“Saturday, 1:26 a.m, unknown number:

Don't panic, but Mark's in the hospital”

next♡

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A.N: well that escalated quickly 😳

HeyyYYYyYy I'm finally bringing this back, after, well, i got notes from the whole series again. I hope you're having a good time guys, be healthy, be safe.

[harveywritings92]

Modern AU:40yr old! Jacob x Accidental Wife! Reader ch 3

One month later...

Y/n was coming home from her shift at Topping's legal firm, Robert gave her a job after Jacob found out she was working a risque bar called Garter-Belles (Not a real place it's a bar I made up,it's like Hooters except everyone dresses like sexy maids) Y/n couldn't decide what  was more embarrassing him seeing her topless within two minutes of knowing her, or seeing her in that damn maid outfit? Either way Jacob was pretty standoffish and snarky with her upon finding out she worked in that bar!

He seemed to calmed down after she quit he was still stung up about it, but now Y/n had too much free time on her hands, sure keeping tabs on Blume was a priority!... but it can get boring sitting on her arse all day. Luckily Robert seem to notice her unrest when she came to visit Jacob at his office after he called her to bring some documents he'd forgotten and offered her a job as a clerk at his law firm.

The y/ht woman was distracted when she received a text from one of her recruits, Kur0_M0ri telling her that they may have found a good place for a DedSec hideout, but it needs to be "cleaned out" before that can happen, Y/n lips formed a thin line and here she was hoping to keep her hands clean... She texted Mori back telling them to let her handle considering she had more experience in. "Cleaning"

While she was distracted by the text Y/n hadn't noticed another person had joined her in the elevator until she heard the muffled sound of music and glanced over to see a teenage boy about 14 years old maybe? leaning against the wall with bored look as he played with a DS, he wearing a school uniform and a black hoodie and and messy mop of brown hair under a baseball cap and he also had a duffle bag over his shoulder.

*Must be visiting someone..* The y/nat woman thought as she got a good look at the boys face... it was familiar especially around the chin and eye area... the boy's lips twitched as his hazel eyes looked up from his game at her. "Is there wrong with my face?" he huffed obviously annoyed at her gawking at him, Y/n's face felt hot as she muttered an apology then broke the awkward silence that followed... "Ultra Sun or Moon?" She asked finally noticing the Mimikyu on the screen.

"...You play pokemon?" he asked unsure. "Since I was a kid!" Y/n chirped as the boy or Emmett as he introduced himself opened up about how he just the ghost challenge. "Sweet did you go back to get Mimikyu's Z-move?" the teen gawked at her surprised. "there's a Z-move?" She was going to confirm this when the elevator pinged saying they on her floor, she went to apologize to Emmett only to realize he was getting off on this floor too!

Funny... 

The boy went on to explaine his mom and Step-father were going on vacation and he was spending the week with his dad and his witch to be Stepmom, the teen looked physically ill as he spat out the word Stepmom, Y/n hummed warily obviously feeling bad for the kid, She wished him the best of luck as they both stopped Jacob's door which caused the world to come to a screeching halt as Y/n and Emmett looked down at their keys then gave each other a "what the hell look"...

meanwhile

"Oh Shit,shit shit!" Jacob cussed as he tapped Y/n's number on his phone having just got the voice mail from Herb {Emmett's Stepfather.] He and Amanda were going on a holiday, and had sent Emmett to come and stay with him for a week! Now Jacob wasn't shy telling Y/n about his son, in fact he told her outright about him, after she asked if he had any other family aside from his sister? 

The problem is he never got around to telling her what he looked like or his name for that matter as they'd gotten interrupted by a work call on Jacob's part, he also neglected to tell his son about his new Stepmom! "C'mon,C'mon..." He hissed at the phone urging Y/n to answer when it finally picked up.

"Y/n! Y/n... okay, I don't want you panic, but I have tell yo-" the y/nat woman cut him off pretty quckly. "That my Stepsons coming for the spring holiday?" She said uncomfortable as Jacob pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed in both relief and frustration. "He's already there isn't he?" he huffed Y/n mm-hmm'd confirming his suspicions. "Yep! and giving me a sour-look that puts my mother's 'I want the manager face' to shame..." She sees Emmett's eye twitch as she says this knowing his father was probably doing the same thing because: Karin.  

"Okay um, I'll be home ten minutes just try... I don't know."

"Well, that makes two of us!"

"Just wait for me alright? See you."

"Wait Jac-"

He hung up before Y/n could ask what their sleeping arrangements were going to be? Because obviously she wasn't going to let the kid sleep on the couch, speaking of which she turned towards Emmett who was sitting at the kitchen counter still glaring while eating a cookie... "So... Emmett ever seen Deadpool?" He doesn't answer her just keeps eating his cookie.

Y/n stomach felt twisted as she awkwardly walked towards the fridge. "Y'know those would go better with milk, I'm sure you must be thirsty." the boy swallowed his cookie and frowned at her. "I'm not." He hissed before getting up and stomping into her room. "Oh Emmett That's not--" The teen slammed the door. "...a guest room." The y/ht woman sighed and sat on the couch before turning on the TV and waited for Jacob to come home...

When Jacob did return home he found Y/n sitting on the couch watching How it's made, well not really watching... it was more like staring off into space, And the TV was just background noise, the assassin also noted his son was nowhere to be found, though it was obvious he was here; judging by the plate of half-eaten cookies and the y/ht woman's awkward and sluggish mood making her husband frown. 

"Where's-" he didn't have to finish Y/n almost in a daze pointed at her bedroom. "He locked me out and won't talk." Jacob winced at her deadpanned tone then knocked on the bedroom door. "Emmett, It's your father, can you open up so we can talk?" after a few seconds the door opened Y/n looked towards her room.

Emmett didn't even acknowledge her presence as Jacob's lips formed thin line this was obviously not how he planned to introduce them, he actually wanted to wait meet up with Emmett in private and explain the situation to him, and then check with Y/n to see if she was comfortable with the idea of meeting his son.

But seeing as the universe just loves to make Jacob Frye it's bitch... that plan was a bust. And so begins probably one of the most awkward discussions of Jacob's life! and the most tense week of Y/n's.

[arianishinoya]

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Inspo: tiktok; amadis_v

Scenario: You and Mirko go to a club after resting at home with boredom. While you're there, you dance with a stranger.ater you see hawks and make him jealous, he takes you outback for some private time.

WARNING: dom!hawks, jealous!hawks, 18+, oral (fem receiving), semi public s*x, choking kink, brat!reader(kind of)

Gimme More

《Fem!reader X Hawks》

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Y/n sat in her bedroom, waiting for anything interesting to happen today. She had woken up around 12pm, and had lounged in her pajamas all day, watching random shows on tv, and texting her friend Mirko.

The two girls had become friends when they crossed paths while fighting a villain, which lead to Mirko finding out her best friend was a vigilante, and not a hero. The h/c haired girl huffed out in annoyance at how slow her day was going, still waiting on a respond from her bunny hero friend. It felt like years when her phone vibrated next to shed as she mindlessly clicked on the random channels.

MIRKO 🐇♥️

There's this night club, it's called Rosette Flames. Get ready meet me there in an hour or so.

Y/n jumped from her bed, landing on the cold hard wood floor, but she ignored her pain and ran to her bathroom, showering in under ten minutes...and spent the next fifty minutes deciding on what to wear.

Finally she decided to wear a black lace bralette with a powder pink skirt, accompanied by black laced up heels. Her hair was done in messy curls, doing some final touch ups on her make up, going with a natural smokey eyeshadow with cherry glossed lips. Y/n took a final glance at her outfit and make up, before sending a text to her bunny friend that she was on her way, feeling a little bit bad that she would be thirty minutes late.

The two girls walked into the club, their eyes going wide to the size of golf balls. The ceiling of the club was pure glass, letting the silver moon shine through, lighting the dance floor slightly. The DJ stand looked something straight out of a retro movie, the whole place did, the bar was built like a semi circle, the purple lights making it look cyber retro. The dance floor was and LED tiled, as fairy lights hung above the dance floor.

Mirko linked her arm with y/n, a bewildered look on both of their faces at the sight. "Do you wanna dance!" Mirko had to shout over the loud music that penetrated their ears, making her voice come out muffled. The bunny hero took off her jacket waiting for her friend to respond, handing it to the bartender, asking if he could look after it.

Y/n looked at her friend, seeing her wear a white tight dress with red heels. Y/n has said this before, if Mirko wasn't seeing someone, she would try hitting on her. Which would always make Mirko say that of y/n wasn't interested in a certain winged male, Mirko would try making a move on the h/c haired girl. "Lets dance!" Mirko dragged y/n out on the dance floor, placing one hand on her waist as y/n swayed back and forth, feeling the beat of the music vibrating through her veins.

The vigilante had almost forgotten that she was in public, or that she was dancing with her friend at a club. All she could feel was the music coarsing through her body. The girl hasn't even noticed that her friend was dancing with a stranger with red hair, or that a raven haired male was dancing with y/n. She just danced to the music, feeling the male behind her follow her lead.

Unbeknownst to the two girls, the winged male sat at the bar, holding his gaze onto y/n, seeing her body sway side to side, feeling the rhythm of the music. But when the stranger came into view, he felt his anger boil at the sight of them two dancing close together. How the strangers hands roamed her body, or how he held her close to his chest. It made something dark grow in him, he wanted to be the one that would hold her like that, or be the one to be that close to her. He wanted her.

Ever since he talked to Mirko five months about how he felt around her, at first he thought he was poisoned, not being familiar to the whole liking thing. Only for Mirko to burst out laughing, finally telling him after ten minutes of her laughing. That he likes her. He looked at her with a blank stare, waiting for her to explain. The more they talked about her, the more he realised that he did like y/n. He likes y/n.

While Keigo was lost in his own mind, y/n had noticed him sitting there. She had felt someone staring at her, making the girl feel uneasy, but when she saw it was her friend, the guy she had feelings for, she felt at ease. Y/n excused herself from the guy, going over to her friend that was dancing with the red haired male. "Did you invite Keigo?" Y/n had to shout her question out. Mirko looked confused at first, but when she caught Keigos presence at the bar she shook her head no.

But her concussion faded into mischief, the sudden change in her mood made y/n worry a little. Especially after knowing what that look means, it meant something bad or interesting was going down. Mirko dragged y/n back to the stranger, "Make him jealous." Y/n was confused at what Mirko meant by that, not wanting to give their big secret away, so she played along. "Are you both that dense? He likes you! And you like him!." Mirko left her friend there with the stranger once again.

The stranger behind her asked her if she was okay, or that if she wanted to take a break. To which y/n shook her head and said she was okay. The pair went back to dancing, her hips pressed against his, as his hands roamed her body once again.

Keigo felt his anger rise to a wild fire. He wanted to be the one to dance with her like that. He could feel himself getting light headed at the sight of her though, it was very complicated, he wanted to be with her. But just looking at her for a certain amount of time made him toxicated, it made him weak to the knees and fuzzy minded. As he kept staring at her, he jumped slightly when he saw that she had caught his gaze. Not expecting her to look his way, but once she did, he was held hostage in her gorgeous eyes. He saw the mischief hidden in her e/c orbs. Keigo saw as she brought the strangers head down to her neck, as she threw her head back to his shoulder. The sight made him want to actually kill an innocent civilian.

Y/n turned her gaze to the stranger, not really minding his company, but silently preferred the winged males. The h/c haired girl spun around in his hold, his hands going on her a*s, a gasp left her lips when he lightly squeezed it. Tugging her closer to him. The two were oblivious to the looming winged male behind y/n, they were too captivated in their dance that Keigo had to pull y/n to his chest.

Y/n felt herself being tugged to a hard wall, making her look up at Keigos stone hard facial expression, his golden eyes glaring actual daggers at the male across from him. "I think that's enough." Y/n tensed up at his voice, even when fighting villains she has never heard his voice come out that threatening. It made her believe that keigo could most likely kill the male if he really wanted to.

The stranger rolled his eyes at keigo. "Dude we were just dancing, chill out." The stranger went to reach back for y/n, only for keigo to tug her further into him, and side step so she was further from his reach.

"I said. That's enough."

The raven haired male scoffed and walked away. Keigo held his gaze onto the male, making sure he was gone out of sight before tugging y/n from the dance floor. The girl behind him was actually surprised she was able to keep up with his speed. "Keig-" she cut herself off she saw keigo had brought her to the alley way of the club. "Okay...if you're gonna kill me, make sure you don't copy Jack The Ripper." She laughed lightly, trying to bring light into the current situation she was in.

Seeing that he had his back to her she reached for to him. Once her hand came in contact with his shoulder blade, he jumped and spun around in a quick movement. Before she could even blink he had her pinned to the brick wall, his body pressed against hers, trapping her between the wall and his body. Her placed his left hand on her neck, while his right hand was beside her hip. Y/n gasped out in surprise, feeling a fire pit grow in her abdomen at his actions.

"What the hell was that?" He growled out in her ear, his left hand squeezing her neck lightly when she didn't answer. "I won't ask twice baby bird." He looked into her e/c eyes, his golden eyes morphing into a rusted brown, they were practically glowing with rage.

"Mirko..." She gasped out when Keigo lifted her leg up to his waist to press harder against her. "Said to make you...jealo-" she stopped talking when she felt something hard pressing against her needy core. Biting back a moan, feeling his right right hand grip her thigh more.

"Make me jealous?" Keigo let out a harsh chuckle, it didn't sound like his normal go-happy-cute laugh, no. This one sounded empty, and filled with anger. It made a shiver run up and down her spine. "Baby bird, I'm not jealous. I'm pissed." She looked confused but when he started attacking her neck with his lips, she moaned out his name, making him dig his nails into her thigh.

"You let another man put his hands on you. Someone that wasn't me." He growled out in her ear, his left hand squeezing her neck tighter. Going back to bitting her neck, when he heard her moan loud when he reached her sweet spot, he stopped and abused it with all his power.

"What are you...talking about?" Y/n fluttered her eyes shut at his actions, confused on why he would be acting this way. She wanted to keep the innocent act up, finding it kind of funny. Mirko had wanted them to get together in the last three years they have known each other. When in reality they have been doing things like this for three months now.

Keigo used his strength to push her harder to the wall, a small gasp left her lips. "Dont." He unclipped his belt, along with his pants button and zipper, he grabbed her hand and put it in his pants, letting her feel how hard he was for her. "You don't get the right to act innocent right now." He groaned when he felt her rub him, enjoying the feeling of it.

Y/n felt the pit on her stomach grow by the second, wanting to tear his clothes off and let him have her. "I'm not acting, I really don't know what I did wrong." She looked over at Keigo, his eyes darkened, that they almost looked black. He stopped her actions, silently hating it. Y/n tilted her head confused on why he did that. Only for him to drop to his knees.

He lifted her skirt up a bit, seeing her black panties were drenched, "really baby bird?" He looked up at her skeptically, as y/n squirmed when she felt his fingers dance on the material that barely covered her needy area. She had wished she had something to hold onto when he kissed her thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses on her inner thighs slowly edging to her needy core. A loud gasp left her throat when she felt his tongue on her cl*t, a sharp scream when he inserted his fingers. "You mean to tell me...you didn't do anything wrong?" He mumbled against her area.

"Yeah." She could physically hear him roll his eyes at the sound of her soft giggle. She felt herself clamp around him, only for him to pull his finger out, making her whimper at the loss of contact she had with him.

"Why don't I believe you." He glared at her, kissing her hard, letting her taste herself on his lips, while she was distracted, he slammed himself into her, his left hand coming back to her neck. Her moans and his groan was muffled by their lips. "You really expect me to believe that songbird?" He hissed when she touched his wings, knowing how sensitive they were. He brought Her thigh up to his waist once again. Desperate to hit her deeper.

Y/n moved from his wings to his shoulders, needing to grip onto something, as his hips pounded into hers. "Its true~" Y/n barely managed to say that, already forgetting the whole English language, any language at that, the only thing she remembered was his name. So that's what she kept screaming out as his thrust became harder.

His lips went back to her neck, wanting to leave visible marks that she was his, as y/n scratched his back up, almost looking like he had gotten in a fight with a cat. "Keigo! Im...c-close~" she moaned in his ear, making him speed up his thrusts, she could feel herself clamp around him, wanting to finish. Y/n felt the pit in her stomach fade as she reached her high from him.

Keigo kept thrusting into her, desperately chasing after his own climax. Her thighs and hips started to ache in pain from how hard and fast he was going, but his moans and grunts that escaped his throat and collided with her ears made her almost faint in ecstasy. Y/n opened her eyes in time to see his wings flap behind him and flutter as he finished, every time they did it, that was her second favorite thing seeing them flutter to let her know he's done.

"That was--" she stopped when Keigo pulled out of her, fixing how he looks and how she looks, trying to look normal.

"Just wait till we get home song bird." He picked her up and winked at her fearful face, knowing damn well what always comes after that sentence.

NOTE:

I had to have one of my friends write the smut because well, it makes me awkward and cringe.

Also again, thank you amadis_v for the inspiration to write this, hopefully it came out kind of like you imagined. ♡

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a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au

- masterlist

gif credit: @lol-haha-joke

Chapter three: Megan

Warnings: Languae, sexual content, mentions and using of drugs, mentions of a toxic relationships, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

The university had started a week ago and it has been quite light. That's why after finishing my turn at the bakery on saturday afternoon, I take a shower and I put on my pajamas, ready to get into bed and not leve until the next day.

Only at that moment I feel like the week has ended, and it feels like a relief. When I walked out of the university on friday I could let out a long sigh, perhaps proclaiming victory, my first week had ended.

  I didn't want my life to revolve around the man I fell in love with a year ago,  but when I walked through those halls and climbed those stairs again, I couldn't help but think of him. The nostalgia hit me instantly, but soon it became anguish and fear. Fear of crossing William on one of those halls, who used to work there. However, he seemed to keep his word, he doesn't work there anymore.

By friday, almost sure that he wasn't going to appear in that place, the feeling of anguish was almost nonexistent, I hope that during the course of the year it disappears completely.

I hear the annoying sound of my phone vibrating against the wood of the nightstand beside my bed. When I take my phone in my hands I see the name of my brother shining on the screen.

"Hi June, are you already in bed?" In a mocking tone, his voice fills the earphone.

"Hi Rory, are you already drunk?" I ask in the same tone of voice of his, but unlike me, Rory laughs.

"No, not yet. But it's saturday, I'm calling to verify if you are aware of the said event or if you are staying home tonight."

"Yes, I think I deserve it after this long week."

"No, you don't!" He snaps and I can almost imagine him squinting "You are coming with me tonight, to a party."

"Is there any possibility to say no?" I ask.

"No, not at all. It's at Alex's, he said "bring little June, if she wants to, I bet she want to" ,, He says, imitating Alex's accent. I couldn't deny that the guy who had been flirting with me last week crossed my mind more than once this week.

"So that's my name now?"I ask, avoiding the question just to annoy him.

"Come on, June. I'm trying to get you a social life here, you know?" He sounds irritated, which makes me laugh. I keep quiet as if I were thinking about it, but I already know that the answer is yes.

"Okay, I'll go, but only if after that, you bring me home"

"Right, I'll be there at midnight, then, is that okay?"

"Yes, of course."

I wait for him to say goodbye so I can say goodbye too, but the silence makes its presence in his line. I know what comes next.

"How was week, June?" He finally asks. It comes out of his mouth in a strange but familiar tone. It reminds me of our aunt Rose, grandma's sister. I can count more akward calls with her than times that she came to visit us, I remember, even now, how grandma used to force us to talk to her everytime Rose called when we were kids and I was ten and Rory fourteen. Rose asked "And how have you been in school? What has Lucy cooked for you today?" All unimportant questions, until it seemed she was about to say goodbye, she used to pause first and then, asked that question that Rory and I hated so much " How are you two doing in therapy?" Rory had sounded the same way, and I couldn't blame him, I knew he didn't know how to ask that kind of questions either. He wasn't talking about the university, he was talking about William.

"If your question is that if I've seen any asshole, the answer is no, not any that I'm familiar with." I hear him laughing, almost relieved "But it was alright, better than last year. The only thing that I can hope for this year is cycle full of routines."

"It always can get  worse." He warns me joking and makes me smile.

"You are right, but I hope not."

"It's alright, June. See you later, stay out of trouble."

"I'll try." I say and then I end the call.

When I open my closet, my mind travels directly to William and that upsets me. It makes me angry to think about him when I do something I stopped doing when I was with him, like spend hours preparing for a party and wear night clothes. I wonder if, when he wakes up every sunday beside his wife, thinks of me. Me and all those weekends that we spend in the apartment that he had in the center of town, I wonder if the same thing happens to him as it does to me when I see these  little things and I automatically think in every bad decision I made last year.

Anyway, I am again the same girl who cared a lot about what I was going to use the next day in class, although it was less intense, I was just as dumb. Alex's smile is projected in my mind when I think about what I'm going to wear at night and my stomach turns.

Is it lipstick too much? No, it's not! But the heels that I've always used that are hidden somewhere in my room, they do feel like too much. Preparing to go out always feels like too much for a person with too many doubts like me, and at the same time it feels like I'm not doing enough for my image. For my image, what image? THAT WAS RIDICULOUS. The more I thought about it, the more wrong the decisions I had made feel, suddenly, to stay at home sounded better than going out and expose myself to too many eyes of people I didn't know. But no, I wasn't going to do the same thing that I did last year, I'm twenty one, not sixty five, like grandma. I wasn't going to go to sleep at midnight on a saturday. So I decide on a black top with long sleeves and skinny jeans of the same color, I put on my converse and I wait sitting on the living room sofa until Rory arrives.

When I receive a text from him saying that he's outside, I leave the house closing the door behind me. I sit on the passenger seat and I say hi to him.

Rory talks about his job, at the car shop, talks about cars as if I understood, but I pretend to do it, like he does when I talk about the university.

"Is everyone going to be there?"

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't go."

"Is Helena going too?" I ask with a curious tone in my voice.

"Yes, why?" He frowns but in the moment that he turns his head and looks at me, with raised brows and a smile on my face, he understands. He rolls his eyes, trying to hide a smile.

"Is it that I know you too well or that you are very obvious, Rory? I think both." Rory looks at me horrorized, with eyes as big as dishes and I burst into a laughter.

"Am I?" He asks and I shake my head.

"No, I'm kidding. I don't think you are obvious but if you are, what about it? I mean, sometimes it doesn't have to be a problem to demonstrate that you are into her. Because, to be honest, you are an attractive guy, If you show interest in her, maybe she will do the same.

"Do you think?" He asks, almost hopeful

"Yes, I think. Go with the flow, that's what they say."

"I hope they are right, then" He says, making me laugh, this time a little bit worried.

Rory parks in front of the bar and when we are both standing on the street, he stars talking about how I must not accept drinks from anyone, as if that wans't something I learned when I was fifteen years old . Since the thing with William happened, it seems that Rory sees me as a girl of fifteen years old again.

He pulls a bunch of keys from the pocket of his leather jacket and opens the door.

"Why do you have a copy of the keys of his house?"

"In case of emergencies." He answers.

"And why do you have one intead of, I don't know, his brother?"

"I'm pretty sure that his brother has a copy as well. Besides, I'm his best friend, if his brother is not available, I am."

He turns around and once the door is open, hurries up the stairs. I want to ask him if Alex exposes himself to "emergencies" frequently, and If it is like that, what kind of emergencies. But Rory doesn't give me the opportunity to continue the conversation, he gestures me with his hand to follow him upstairs. When we are at the top of the stairs, on the right is another door and from outside I can hear the trap music that was already heard from the street, but when Rory opens the door of Alex's house, it explodes.

The room is dark and the only lighting is the lights that come from outside from the large window of the room, but nobody seems to bother. Above our heads, there is a large cloud of smoke that extends throughout the room. There are people playing the console in front of the big tv hanging on the wall, people sitting on the floor, on the balcony. I see a large L-shaped sofa where Travis, Julia, Jack and Helena are sitting.

Rory takes off his jacket and asks me for mine, he tells me that he will leave them in Axel's room. I nod and make my way to my brother's friends, who greet me with a smile on their faces, I sit next to Julia, who seems to be already bored of the party.

"You came!" She says, smiling from ear to ear.

"Of course, I think I was invited."

"I'm glad you came" Says when she sees my brother approaching to Helena and say hi to everyone. She approaches to me to whisper in my ear: "Because Evangeline couldn't make it, and I knew that in the moment that Rory arrives, Helena would be all eyes for him." She winks at me, I laugh. "Sometimes you need a partner in Alex's parties." She says through gritted teeth, too close to my face, adding drama to her words. Suddenly, I feel someone sitting next to me and an arm surrounds my shoulders, making me turn towards the person beside me.

"Are they that bad?" Alex asks. A side smile appears on his face when I look at him in the eyes and and there he is, in a white tshirt, with slightly messy hair. His eyes are red, as well as his swollen lips, it seemed that he had bitted them several times. His face is a little better since the last time I saw him, but it is still a little bruised. Even with the poor lighting I can tell. "Hi Junie."

"Junie?" I ask laughing.

"No, I'm not Junie. I'm Alex." He says and lets out a giggle.

"He gets funny when he smokes weed." Julia explains to me and I nod.

"Yes, but nothing else" confirms me and raises his hands, As if he were declaring himself innocent.

"He means that it is the only thing that the joint makes to him" She explains again.

"It's okay, Julia. I'm pretty sure June doesn't need a stoner translator." Alex cuts Julia and she laughs.

"Oh, no. My role wasn't a stoner translator, but a translator of idiots " She finishes and I burst into a laughter.

"Yeah, I had that coming anyway." Alex accepts and Julia nods happily, but turns when Travis shows her a post on Instagram. "But ey, you came! I told Rory, bring June, I bet she will want to come, and now you are here. Did you pour yourself something to drink? " He starts tripping with his words, and I notice him more awake and hyperactive.

"No, but I'm okay."

"Well, how bad then. Because I told everyone that if they wanted to come, their entrance ticket was a bottle of something, but now I have too many bottles of alcohol in my kitchen."

"Oh, that must be a nightmare for a guy like you, isn't it?" I joke.

"For a guy like me?" He repeats my words, a little curious.

"Yeah, you look like a party guy." I explain myself and he nods.

"Oh, right. I personally don't think I'm a party guy. They said "Alex, you should throw a party." And I said no, but they said "yeah, you should." And I said okay, but only if everyone brings their own alcohol because I'm not going to give free drinks to anybody, and now everyone is here."

"They?" I ask.

"Ah, yes, my friends, other friends."

"Then I don't know if you are a party guy, but you are definitely someone easy to convince. "

"Only when I'm high, the rest of the time I'm a pretty intimidating guy."

"You haven't intimidated me." I tell him and he looks at me with that smile that looked arrogant, and at the same time, totally charming. It makes me shiver how charming it is.

"That's because I haven't started yet." He answers me and takes me off guard. I roll my eyes, when I really want to scream on the floor. "I should have told your brother that if you wanted to come, your entrance ticket was a cake, since you work at the bakery, because after what I smoked I will be hungry."

"I don't give cakes for free. If you want one, you should buy it."

"Then I should go to the bakery one of these day, of course, only if you are there."

"It would be a shame if you go and find my grandmother."

"So which days are you?" He asks and I look at him for a second. I was sure that telling him what days I worked at the bakery was pretty stupid, it meant that I wanted him to go and find me. And perhaps, also, it meant allowing him to think that I would be waiting for him to go. And although it sounded stupid, I did it anyway.

"Weekdays in the afternoon, sometimes I help on Saturdays."

"I must remember that, then."

And that smile appears on his face again.

Little by little I go into the conversation that everyone is having, it is a little difficult for me to deal with Travis's internal jokes, but Julia is quick to explain them to me, which I appreciate, she makes me smile. So far, there is nothing out of place, and everyone seems relaxed. Although for me, there comes a time of the night when the smoke of the place begins to suffocate me a little and I have to go outside to take a breath. I let Rory know and he nods.

There's two girls in the balcony when I go out, both of them are too into their own conversation to notice my presence. I rest my arms on the railing. The wind hits my face and I appreciate it, it's cold but for a moment, I don't care.

Again, for the second time tonight, I feel the presence of the owner of the house right next to me, imitating me, resting his arms on the railing. He doesn't say anything, just look straight ahead just like me.

"I remember the first time I smoked weed." I say suddenly and he turns to look at me.

"Did that stay in your mind?" He asks and I shake my head.

"No, I'm just saying that to fill the silence." He laughs, turning his body a little towards me, I keep looking straight ahead.

"And was it good?"

"No, it was boring and when the effect was gone, I was too sleepy... I slept a lot that night" I answer "I remember that the effect hit different to my friends, they laughed a lot, it was fun. I didn't feel that until the third or fourth time, but I always end up more sleepy than anybody." I turn to see him "I suppose that for you it's different."

"I suppose, yeah." He smiles "For me, it makes everything a little bit chill in these kind of places. The rest of the time I don't need it. " He says and I want to ask him why he needs it in these places, but I don't dare to do it. He remains silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "Can I ask you a question?" I nod, a little doubtful, but he smiles again. "Why is Rory always so willing to take you everywhere?" he asks and I laugh loudly.

"I thought you invited me," I say in a smile.

"Yeah I did. Don't think I didn't. But it seems  a little strange to me that he wants to take his little sister everywhere with him, especially when he flirts with Helena all the time, doesn't he?" He raises his brows and I smile at the thought that everyone knows about Rory liking Helena.

"Yes, I know, I understand the confusion. Actually, he told me today, he wants me to have a social life again, that's what he said." I explain to him and he nods, a little bit confused yet.

"Again?" He repeats curious.

"Ah yes, again. Before New York, the university and everything, my social life was reduced to nothing. I could do it on my own, but he decides to speed up the process, I guess. "

"So he is doing well," he tells me "I mean, the guys like you. And me too, especially me." Our eyes meet, but I squint.

"You are an..." I start saying.

"I know, I know" He interrupts "you don't need to say it" I roll my eyes when I see how an arrogant smile makes its presence on his face. He rights himself. "You are pretty today." He murmurs and I sigh.

"There you go again."

"No, no, I mean it. You are pretty today." Somehow, he makes me smile. He sounds genuine, not like flirting or playing, which takes me out of balance for a second, maybe that's why I can feel my face burning right now, but the thing that horrifies me the most is that he can see it as well.

"Thanks, I guess" I manage to answer, totally embarrassed. A cruel little voice in my head tell me that that hour that I spent repairing myself worth it.

When we come back in, I sit back in the same place and Alex does the same. I look around the room, my gaze stops at a blonde girl, who stares at me, as if she throws knives at me with her eyes. Suddenly, she begins to approach while staring at me, I don't take my eyes off her, I frown, wondering if she has confused me with someone else or she is just high.

I realize that any of my two assumptions are incorrect when she is close enough to me, at the moment when without prior notice she sits on Alex's lap and plants a loud, red kiss on his cheek.

"I haven't seen you all night." She says to him and suddenly, I feel out of place, because Alex knows that I am and the girl who's sitting on him for sure knows it too.

I stare at Julia, who rolls her eyes and grabs my arm so I can get close to her and get away from Alex and his blonde girl. Then, she whispers "Her name is Megan." She explains and I understand the situation now. I whisper to her what Rory and Helena had told me about this girl, Megan, and how Alex got into a fight for her. I haven't seen her all night, but if I was being honest, I didn't pay attention to anybody since I arrived.

Alex and she begin to have, what it seems, a slight discussion. She seems to want to raise her voice but he asks her to calm down, and the only thing I get to hear is him telling her that this isn't a place for discussions. I don't want to keep listening, so I get up and go to the kitchen for something to drink.

I look at the kitchen counter and all the bottles of alcohol, not knowing very well what to do with all of that. After a few minutes, I decide to open a beer and serve it in one of the disposable cups that are there.

A pointed finger touches my back, causing me to turn suddenly. It surprises me when I see the same girl who was sitting on Alex a few minutes ago is right in front of me, looking at me with an almost friendly smile, almost. She is taller than me, and certainly more beautiful. I would never have wear that tight black dress that she was wearing. She has a smile who could kill anybody, and a body too. When such a girl stood right in front of you, it was impossible not to get a little jealous.

"Hello" She says slowly. I look at her for a few seconds before answering.

"Hello?" The insecurity sneaks into my voice and I have to clear my throat.

"I am Megan, you must be June." Megan introduces herself and I nod, I don't know why.

"Yeah, that's me. Do we know each other?" I know immediately that the words that have come out of my mouth sound a bit hostile, but she doesn't flinch.

"No, but I have a feeling we're going to" He explains to me and I want to laugh because of the nerves caused by the conversation, I have always laughed when I feel nervous. I immediately remember Rory saying that he doesn't like Megan, and that nobody likes her, not even Alex's brother.

"And why is that?" I ask curious.

"Well, you are Rory's brother, aren't you?" She asks and I nod -again- "And Rory is Alex's best friend, and, if you didn't know, I'm Alex's favourite girl, so, do the math."

What she says reminds me exactly at that moment of last week, in which Alex felt the need to clarify that he had no girlfriend, and I supposed that Megan knew that. It was not very difficult to realize what kind of relationship they had.

"Can I ask you a question?" The tone she uses in her voice does not go unnoticed, I look at her as if I could read her mind to know what she is thinking right now.

"This is the second time tonight that someone asks me that question, so yes, I guess," I answer and she laughs.

"Do you like him? Alex, I mean," I open my eyes wide, but she looks at me almost amused, which is chilling. What does she expect me to say?

"What?" is the only thing I can say, Megan lets out a little giggle.

"If you like him." Asks again "Look, I'm not dumb, I've been looking at you, my friends too." She starts to explain and I shake my head.

"I met Alex a week ago, I don't know what you are talking about." I answer with a frown. Her question seems out of place, since I haven't known her for more than twenty minutes, but she keeps smiling the same way.

"That didn't sound like a no."

"That sounded like an I met him a week ago, I don't know him."

"So the fact that you have been looking at him all night at all times is pure chance? I'm gonna tell you again, June, I'm not stupid." The hostile tone sneaks into his voice and she no longer looks at me in the same sweet way as she did when she introduced herself, on the contrary.

"I don't understand the point of this conversation." I interrupt her and she takes a step towards to me, trying to intimidate me, but it makes me laugh, and no because I'm nervous, laughter of actual amusement. How is it that she could feel threatened by me?

"The point of this conversation is that you should know your place, June. That's the point, I'm trying to be kind, it's almost my duty to inform you, stay in your lane" She is no longer nice, she is almost angry, irritated by me.

"Is that a threat, Megan? Are we still in high school?" I raise my hand and push her away, returning her to the same distance she was before.

"Take it as you like" she says ignoring my question "As long as it is clear to you"

She ends and stares at me, with an arrogant look, as if she expected me to leave so she can have the last word. I was never the type of girl who fights for boys, and although she seemed to be used to it, I wasn't going to start now.

"No, in fact it wasn't clear to me, Megan, tell me if I understand it;" I begin to say when she seems to be convinced that I won't contradict her at all. "you, who have a very close relationship with Alex, come to ask me, someone totally oblivious to that relationship, to know my place. What I believe, Megan, is that if he and you have such a relationship, both should know your place, not me. Alex and you."

Before she could answer something, even make a face, I surround her and leave the kitchen, feeling a little lost where to go. I didn't want to tell Rory that this girl, Megan, had irritated me and that I wanted to go, it was ridiculous. But I also didn't want to stay and have to put up with her looking at me all night as if she was about to kill me. Maybe it is a bit of a coward of me to run out of the situation, but it is not very smart to stay there either.

I approached Rory, trying to hide the bad face I had, the last thing I wanted was a scandal and look like a fool. So I leaned to where he was sitting and whispered in his ear that I felt bad, if he could take me home.

"Already?" He asks and at that moment I couldn't hide my bad face.

"Yes, already. I have girl problems." I lie, because it is the only way Rory would understand it, or not, but he wouldn't ask about it.

"Well," He says simply "Go for your jacket and I'll wait for you outside." He gets up from his seat and looks for his car keys in the pocket of his pants. I turn around and head to where I remembered Alex's room is. I go in and close the door behind me. There is a king size bed in the middle of the room and above them, lots of coats of every colors; It is going to take a second to find mine. On the two sides of the bed are two small drawers, with a lamp in each one of them.

I don't stop to observe the place much, the sooner I leave, the better. I walk to the bed and start to dig through all the black jackets I find, none is mine. I hear the door open and slam shut, I get scared, startling.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" I hear Alex's voice, less altered than I had found him when I arrived. I nod, I don't even try to say that it's alright because it's not. "Are you already leaving?"

"Oh yeah. I think I was kicked out," I answer as I continue searching through the coats.

"What?" I hear him confused, I stop what I am doing to look at him. He frowns, waiting for me to answer.

"Your girlfriend" I answer with determination, I don't even know why I do it, I know she isn't, but I'm so upset that that's the only thing that comes out of my mouth. "She introduced herself, She said something like, nice to meet you, I hope to see you around but not really, you know, she even threatened me a little." the anger is noticeable in my voice and in the way I spit the words one after the other, that seems to take him out of balance.

"Megan?" It's all he says. I stir again between the coats.

"Oh yes, her." I say, and just in time I find my jacket among many others. I put it on and I face him "I didn't come here to be treated in such a way Alex, I shouldn't be dealing with girls like her just because you don't clear things up"

I head towards the door and he follows me with his gaze, unable to say anything about it, with worried eyes. He turns when I put my hand on the door handle.

"Thanks for the invitation, Alex. But I don't like being in places where I'm not really welcome," I say and then leave the room without giving him the opportunity to say anything.